Line Em Up (feat. Busta Rhymes)

Yeah, operation touch a B I heard that money comes in waves, they say I drowned at 23 And I've been drowning ever since I might need counseling for this shit Because I climbed the mountain fast and all I found was just a cliff The lesson there is getting there is way more fun than getting there But here we are compliantly, got INC's in Delaware Dodged a couple Guinevere's, thank God I got no Lancelots I'm a king, I'm well aware of who's insidе my Camelot Couple women tryna bunk with mе, like threes' a company Y'alls crazy ass might be my shot of Don, but not my cup of tea Once a week I lose my cool, I'm probably downplaying (Ha) Gettin' head in my trailer before I headline, got the crowd waiting My fault, that's just how I do, sometimes I'm reckless, uh My fault, that's just how they do it down in Texas To the people I gave love to who turned around, told me, "Fuck you" If you don't heal what hurt you You'll bleed on someone who ain't cut you, damn Wise words my momma sent, why you think I'm single still? Ain't met a chick as solid yet, I paid my sisters college debt I'm just out here being chosen Doors of opportunity keep creaking open Lotta women claiming I'm they boyfriend like they B. Simone When really all we shared was just a fleeting moment Y'all completely broken, Please just leave me alone, it's gettin kind of weird Hahaha, come on One by one (Yeah) two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down Lord have mercy on my soul, I'm 'bout to ship a couple of bricks Ratchet by the Bible, on the dresser, call a preacher quick What we do to get this cake? Foul in every way we think Lay down anything for food, quicker than the eye can blink Flow crazy, yeah, this shorty lickin' coke up off my dick Back to fuck, the street's a bitch, blasphemous to say this shit Lord forgive me 'cause I know it's crazy that I had these thoughts Brag stashed in the glove compartment, hand up in the latest Porsche Of course, and while she gobble me between her jaws Money on my mind, lust devil bleedin' through my pores Savage with the way we live, sometimes escaping how we suffer Spendin' money like we stupid, grindin' 'til it take me under Keep my eye on every (Woof), cop the latest Maybach Zeppelin Keep a fetish for the most state of the art greatest weapons And though we livin' reckless, always try avoidin' dyin' Cross my heart and hope to live, while I hear my mama cryin' Mama sit and watch her son just grow from such a little angel Morph into a creature she don't recognize at the dinner table Clueless and she can't explain how the hell did I become a Nigga with this darkest that do shit and sickness to her stomach Fuck the shit seen on the surface, mama know my heart is good I'm ain't tryna save myself, I'm busy tryna save the hood Yeah, I know that's what they say, find ourselves in endless trouble Leavin' youngins on the strip, slide on couple hefty bundles Grown-ups tell me that I'm shameful, how I claimed to help the people Helpful as the ones creatin' (Heroin!) for a junkie's needle In one ear and out the other like them niggas talkin' nonsense Fuckin' pussy, throwin' money, livin' foul without a conscience Sniffin' coke (Occasionally) lace my weed when gettin' blunted Balance out my mental, give a homeless man a crispy hundred We at church on Sunday, while I'm out here livin' lies And feelin' like the preacher lookin' at me, steadily replyin' One by one, two by two Line 'em up, line 'em up, line 'em up One by one, two by two I'ma knock 'em all down, down