Kiss The Ring (First Day Out)

[Intro]

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[Verse]

I'm back in that mode, got 'em lined up at the door

Beat the pot on the back of the stove

Came back with the load, sent Auntie back to the store

If I say, "get 'em whacked," then he gone

I do not need a loan

The Glock on my hip, I can't leave it at home

Can't kick the cup, I can't leave it alone

It's one in the head, bitch just leave me alone

When you talking to me better even your tone

Walk in this bitch like Ted DiBiase

Hands on with the brick like Mr. Miyagi

Switch on the Glock, bitch get out of the way

Dark-skinned Cartis look like Johnny Cage

Blue tips spitting up out of the K

Aimed for his chest, he got shot in the face

I'm off the meds, I'm out of my brain

Two bricks of heroin for my chain

Skinny ass jeans but I still got the Glock in 'em

Niggas rap like killers but they never shot niggas

You ain't good in the trap, boy you really a shoplifter

Switch hit if you think you gon try one of my niggas

Pointers in chain will fuck up your eyelids

Glock on my hip, this my permanent side bitch

Dawg Shit Records, bring yo ass to the dog pit

I was just fucked up, down bad, crawlin'

Shooter had a mask, but they said they saw me

Big brother Freddy with a slab in the Audi

Auntie want a sleeve every time she call me

Took a lot of losses, to the game I charged it

My back on the wall, that's when I go the hardest

Niggas still in the street, not a regular artist

I only feel numb when I'm on narcotics

I pull up in Levante, the bitch look robotic

I don't windowshop, Imma buy if I like it

When cuz off the boot, he gon turn to a sniper

Driving the motherfucker like it's a Viper

I was just in the yard, spinnin' round with the lifers

Real top dawg, y'all don't know a nigga like me

Turn nothing to something and them niggas don't like it

I move tight with the trap, trying to duck an indictment

Bitch, the flood on my neck, think I'm signed to So Icey

Oldhead put a young nigga on the ice

He said he made 25 ounces in a night

Junkies in the hood go crazy for meth

I walk in this bitch like the new BMF

You ain't gotta lie to me, nigga, be yourself

It's a big ass Glock in my BB belt

Praying on my downfall, they wanna see me fail

Brodie finna send me 20 in the mail

I'm trying to fit them bitches on the scale

This ain't from the middle of the shelf

Pap came home on some other shit

I walked in parole, I was fresh as hell

Blew a big ass blunt before I got there, I know the secretary like, "What's that smell?"

Chain big as a Suburban truck

Pap pull up, jump out Suburban truck

I'm high as shit trying to swerve in one

Swing this bitch and hit the curb or somethin'