Line It Up

Line it up

Line it up

Okay, okay

Line it up

Look, uh

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

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

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

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 **** 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 **** that be hella fake

My only mission be to raise the prison crime rate

How can I explain how these busta ass **** 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