Official audio for "Line Em Up" Feat. Busta Rhymes
Lyrics
[Verse 1: Russ]
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 sister's 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
[Chorus: Russ]
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
[Verse 2: Busta Rhymes]
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 darkness 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'
[Chorus: Russ]
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
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