Line It Up

Lyrics

[Intro] Line it up Line it up Okay, okay Line it up Look, uh [Verse 1] How I came in the game, not a stain on my name Not a blemish, you bitches like "maybe it's Maybelline" Sipping on kerosene, that's how I'm spitting these flames This for the dead ones, I promise I won't do it in vain Fair exchange, ain't no robbery, you slipping then run it All that Crippin' shit you talking 'bout, I been there and done it All this ripping and running got me sick to my stomach But I'm built for it, illegally got most of my money Maybe shit would've been different if I got punished as youngin Free balling, ain't give a fuck, I used to plunder and plummet That mean I'd hit licks and get low Stay in the mix and spin shit like I'm Diplo Double cup icy, I pour Calypso I remember the tier, they yelling "listo, stomp down, ten toe" Like the Mocha 1 Lows, my mode's sicko I'm feeling lucky, what they hit for? Line it up [Chorus] Uh, bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, what they hit for? Uh, load up the clips and send the lo' like what they hit for Uh, who got the highs, who got the lows like what they hit for Uh, look, I'm feeling lucky, what they hit for? Line it up [Verse 2] Yeah, this moment the purest, I feel it all in my spirit Ground work while I was broke, still I never flew Spirit I couldn't even sell no piss, an 8 Ball all in my urine Great goblin was the hoop, but it hall like a Urus Now I ball like Lonzo and the name he inherit Solid gold my everything, but the pinky is carats How your whole squad bitches? You ain't even embarrassed I wish Bunko was with me, shedding tears on the terrace Had some feelings once before but I left 'em in Paris Uh, bulletproof or not, this rain will wet an umbrella I smell like Maison Margiela, the leather match the Nutella I got a new bitch, all she eat is king wong lettuce We ain't doing no more talking, if you with it then bet it Standard issue Beretta, ugly Christmas your sweater I'll tear that muh'fucka up, I'll swiss cheese it and shred it Now what they hit for? If you with it, let's get it Now line it up [Outro] I must confess, this game is a fuckin' mess Considered blessed though I suffer through a lot of stress I can't rest 'cause so many others laid down I'm to a point where my smile done became a frown It's all bad for a real nigga staying true They got me caught up on some shit I didn't even do But true blue be the reason for them picking me Not to mention Nutty Throw and Nutty C Conspiracy to murder was the allegation And now the SHU be our mothafuckin' destination They got us facing a bunch of trials and tribulations And I'm still tryna deal with the cancellation Of my wife who died back in '98 And now mom's, all my love done turned into hate So fuck faith and niggas that be hella fake My only mission be to raise the prison crime rate How can I explain how these busta ass niggas changed? Flipped the script, not to mention disrespect the game I feel pain every time I hear a known name that bring shame to the meaning of this C thang