Ces Cru - Blindfold lyrics

Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? You better OD until you DOA In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on The next sh** that we own and we don't play Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) I'm bored out of my f**ing mind with these fat a**es and fast food Fake beefs and rap crews, snap-backs and tattoos Every new fad is just bad news, like I need that I watch CNN Stressed up from the chest up, it's a good thing that we knee-deep in We in the real world, sh**'s real dog I don't care what you don't feel dog People countin' on me like chip stacks And a matter of fact I got bills dog Doin' B-I, hella B-I-G with the bosses, up at the office No leverage, I gotta eat so, I'ma take whatever he offers It better be legit, and you can eat a dick I been working shifts up at the Pita pit Got a contract, couldn't respond back Lost contact, couldn't read the sh** May never know what might've been But then again, considering I'm on the grind Somebody hold em, blindfold em, one last smoke set em up in a line Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? You better OD until you DOA In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on The next sh** that we own and we don't play Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? You better OD until you DOA In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on The next sh** that we own and we don't play Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) Line em all up on the wall and then aim at it Way that we came at the game like a pain addict The way we came at, like it ain't matter Brain scatter your grey matter like cake batter Swing batter batter swing, he can't hit he can't hit They want my spot on the label but they can't have it You sick of seeing my face, pasted up in the place sh** I don't know what to say b**h you can blame Travis Snake and bat we chain react you think it's Easy huh, wanna be the one? Go easy bro you think its easy come? But they don't see me go, what have we become? When I'm on the road, I don't see my son Two months at a time on the eat and run Put the check on the rent and then eat the crumbs Pull the change out the couch and the pizza come I'm wide awake, y'all taking naps Trying to join our rank I ain't taking apps I don't see these funds, Imma speak in tongue Payback's a b**h and she don't pay in cash We never quit when they tell us no because the Love and respect's what I felt the most, so I Exercise my self-control, but which one of y'all helped me though? Blindfold 'em... You with the BS, you wanna be Wrek? You droppin' demo discs, I'm hittin' eject I wanna tell you the bottom line is a typical topic And I'm a pinnacle prophet of time, the best Watch me closer now, line em up in a row Blindfold the crowd, line em up in a row Rhyme hold em down, line em up in a row I warn you now clown, here we go If you gotta get a weapon and get to steppin' I'm reckin' every second that I'm checkin' the freakin' record It's Wrek and I been kickin' it incessantly Gen & Tech and my twenty-second beckon for the Deepest of women, get 'em! If you gotta get a crew, get a Ces one You'll make a motherf**in' move for the next one Checks come homie when the best drum flex huh Better be gettin' ready for the moment that the flesh bumps I been talkin' to myself bout the honors on the shelf Get ya head spun You need a place to pray, hope for better god to hate sh** I probably can erect one I been rockin' with the Ces since the prophets at the back Got a leg up on the neck son Every time the brother speak, you just know it's gettin' deep When you wake up with the dead ones Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? You better OD until you DOA In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on The next sh** that we own and we don't play Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) Forget the BS, you wanna be Ces? You better OD until you DOA In a minute we gone, it couldn't be that we on The next sh** that we own and we don't play Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) Ring around the Middi, we hit that wall We the sh** and comin' to hit that stall Enemies enterin' in the ring back off We pop up whenever we get that call Ain't nobody gonna body me, no man I'm takin' the bull by the horn with both hands So, breakin' the rules, I'ma go with no plans Of reconciliation, I look and put ya face in Trace it back to the basement, where it came from Lick another shot with the ray gun I'm true to the sh**, y'all new to the script Wonder why I lick a shot with the same tongue sh**'s beyond easy, so be gone ya peon If we on, then roll up bleezies Blindfold em so when they don't see me They point a finger as if I'ma hate on Weezy Please believe me or leave me to be Lock em and load em, pop to B street It's all fly in the vanilla sky 420 motherf**er, wanna rock to this beat? It stops officially, the bucks I mean Get em up I mean Elevated on a hater, bringin' up the scene Ready to unload it on ya motherf**in' team