paroles de chanson Tigers Blood - LocalBlac

These bitches burlesque
They always show and tell
I had to call my connect
Told him hold the mail
Plus If i do offend
We still on different scales
Arpeggios
You false set niggas
Get drug from post to cells
That lime green
Cut through some of the hardest scale
Get mowed down
No hedge fund
For anything the grass reveal
Yall smoking backwoods still
See you the highlight of this reel
Catch a slug on the couch
For being unaware
South central knowing
I stem from all the corrosion
Calamity unemployment
Lil momma gon make a fortune
These shooters run in assortments
The baker getting extorted
Meditate
This meth craze got jungle books out
Transforming
I just absorbed it
So fuck you and your v8 horses
Its my drive
Just watch how they say they support
A mere accolade
Mask made traits tread undercover
Blow your coverage
Deep zone
I celebrate all my touches

323 I throw it up
Not to many on my side
They gone or or up in cuffs
I dont fuck with rap niggas
Your grams don't measure up
Wrong place and wrong time
Don't earn you no stripes with us

323 I throw it up
Not to many on my side
They gone or or up in cuffs
I dont fuck with rap niggas
Your grams don't measure up
Wrong place and wrong time
Don't earn you no stripes with us

The shit i be hauling i flip that all up into bigger things
Your bitch she in love with my jimmy dean
Im booking these flights staying overseas
Bout to go out and learn me some Japanese
And i do it with every cent i bring
Left the house when i turned about 17
Pussy niggas gon learn to respect the reach
Air it out whats a flat on a crowded street
Them moves don't impress if you asking me
Tigers blood on my breath what a tragedy
Coming out of your jewels and your dungarees
Keep whats close and expel every niccas dreams
The anguish you kept is allowing me
I do what i do and you far beneath
I guess they forgot its apart of me
Look
Every plot need a victim
Thats your bed
Ride it out
We won't miss you
You run in circles
Just to end up out the pictures
Paint the skies gray
Your shallow world is artificial
Paravision
Like watching that calm hit you
You can't compare me to normal
I was born a top official
They really aint your neighbor
Most is out to get you
If its gods will to live
Then mediocre aint the m.o