Yung Lan on the Track
Just grown to nature, I've been labeled, I don't trust nobody
Behind the shell I had, got shot my nigga tried to rob me
Went to the (?) I healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fished the book before the feds took it
Money started slippin'
Team was actin' different, bad brown-skinned chicks
Kinda in my feelings, I'm in some monster beef
Every whoop realer than bullets
Can't hustle on my street, police won't stop us from jiggin'
Picked up on homicide and posted bail in thirty minutes
Self-esteem low, I can't be seen with dirty tennis
I took Lil' Ashley 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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga (I'm him), I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Alright, independent movie time, but we don't flex
You love your ho, 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 while you ain't like it, check
I just shot you in the rental, yeah, you ain't like it, nigga
Precious Paul on early, bleeds a pair, find an all-white, no 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?
You 12, cocaine my Benz, club 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 ten
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off (all well)
Yes sir, all well, sir
Kevin Gates - Kiss The Ring Lyrics
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Yung Lan on the Track
Just grown to nature, I've been labeled, I don't trust nobody
Behind the shell I had, got shot my nigga tried to rob me
Went to the (?) I healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fished the book before the feds took it
Money started slippin'
Team was actin' different, bad brown-skinned chicks
Kinda in my feelings, I'm in some monster beef
Every whoop realer than bullets
Can't hustle on my street, police won't stop us from jiggin'
Picked up on homicide and posted bail in thirty minutes
Self-esteem low, I can't be seen with dirty tennis
I took Lil' Ashley 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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga (I'm him), I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Alright, independent movie time, but we don't flex
You love your ho, 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 while you ain't like it, check
I just shot you in the rental, yeah, you ain't like it, nigga
Precious Paul on early, bleeds a pair, find an all-white, no 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?
You 12, cocaine my Benz, club 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 ten
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off (all well)
Yes sir, all well, sir
Just grown to nature, I've been labeled, I don't trust nobody
Behind the shell I had, got shot my nigga tried to rob me
Went to the (?) I healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fished the book before the feds took it
Money started slippin'
Team was actin' different, bad brown-skinned chicks
Kinda in my feelings, I'm in some monster beef
Every whoop realer than bullets
Can't hustle on my street, police won't stop us from jiggin'
Picked up on homicide and posted bail in thirty minutes
Self-esteem low, I can't be seen with dirty tennis
I took Lil' Ashley 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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Real street nigga (I'm him), I'm the landlord
Approachin' me, you kiss the ring, but keep your hands off
My lil' one hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off
Alright, independent movie time, but we don't flex
You love your ho, 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 while you ain't like it, check
I just shot you in the rental, yeah, you ain't like it, nigga
Precious Paul on early, bleeds a pair, find an all-white, no 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?
You 12, cocaine my Benz, club 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 ten
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
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 hold a shot with the ten roll
Top lieutenant bump the hip to drop the bands off (all well)
Yes sir, all well, sir
Writer: Kevin Gates, Milan Sunil Modi
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC