"Kiss The Ring" lyrics
Yung Lan on the Track
I've been retarded
Breadwinner
I ain't lost my touch
Disgruntled nature, I've been labeled, I don't trust nobody
Behind the shell I had got shot, my nigga tried to rob me
When to the 'spital, healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fetched the book before the feds took him
Money started slippin', team was actin' different
Bad brown-skinned chick, was kinda in my feelings
I'm in some monster beef, every whip riddled in bullets
Can't hustle on my street, police won't stop us from jiggin'
Picked up on homicide and posted bail in 30 minutes
Self-esteem low, I can't be seen with dirty tennis
I took Lil' Ash back uptown, I'm tryna hurt her kidneys
Phone rang, look, bae get up, I got some work to issue
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Upright, independent movie time, but we don't flex
You love your hoe, well, we got next
You got some iron, well, we on deck
I just do it, Nike check, CEO, I write the check
Stalkin' all my pictures on the 'gram why you ain't like it yet
I just shot you in the rental, yeah, you ain't like it
Precious Paul wanna look [?], Pathfinder, all-white, new tint
New Z-28 Camaros, that's pressure, alright, get in
Say you see me at the gym at McKinley, why you ain't get in?
V12, cocaine my Benz, clear specs, collar shirt, my lens
Wait a sec, let me call my ends, give a shit who is not my friend
Come to think about it on the real, no matter what, gotta stand on 10
Lotta niggas say they gon' kill, but me and you know who gon' kill
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Yes sir, all well, sir
I've been retarded
Breadwinner
I ain't lost my touch
Disgruntled nature, I've been labeled, I don't trust nobody
Behind the shell I had got shot, my nigga tried to rob me
When to the 'spital, healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fetched the book before the feds took him
Money started slippin', team was actin' different
Bad brown-skinned chick, was kinda in my feelings
I'm in some monster beef, every whip riddled in bullets
Can't hustle on my street, police won't stop us from jiggin'
Picked up on homicide and posted bail in 30 minutes
Self-esteem low, I can't be seen with dirty tennis
I took Lil' Ash back uptown, I'm tryna hurt her kidneys
Phone rang, look, bae get up, I got some work to issue
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Upright, independent movie time, but we don't flex
You love your hoe, well, we got next
You got some iron, well, we on deck
I just do it, Nike check, CEO, I write the check
Stalkin' all my pictures on the 'gram why you ain't like it yet
I just shot you in the rental, yeah, you ain't like it
Precious Paul wanna look [?], Pathfinder, all-white, new tint
New Z-28 Camaros, that's pressure, alright, get in
Say you see me at the gym at McKinley, why you ain't get in?
V12, cocaine my Benz, clear specs, collar shirt, my lens
Wait a sec, let me call my ends, give a shit who is not my friend
Come to think about it on the real, no matter what, gotta stand on 10
Lotta niggas say they gon' kill, but me and you know who gon' kill
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga, I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one holdin' shop, with the tan raw
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Yes sir, all well, sir
Writer(s): Kevin Gates, Milan Modi
