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Kiss the Ring

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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