Kiss The Ring Lyrics & Meaning – Kevin Gates

Read the full Kiss The Ring lyrics by Kevin Gates along with the music video, song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Kevin Gates’s music, you can also explore Big Bruddah (Don’t Be Mad) and Racehorse, two other songs by Kevin Gates.

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 n!gga tried to rob me
When to the I healed up quickly but my legs crooked
I stopped by Foots, fished the book before the feds took it
Money started slipping
Team was acting 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 jigging
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 n!gga, I’m the landlord
Approaching 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 n!gga, I’m the landlord
Approaching 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 hoe, well, we got next
You got some iron, well, we on deck
I just do it, Nike check, CEO, I write the check
Stalking 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, n!gga
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, coc*ine my Benz, club specs, collar shirt, my lens
Wait a sec, let me call my ends, give a s*it who is not my friend
Come to think about it on the real, no matter what, gotta stand on 10

Lotta n!ggas say they gon’ kill, but me and you know who gon’ kill

Real street n!gga, I’m the landlord
Approaching 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 n!gga, I’m the landlord
Approaching 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

Yes sir, all well, sir