Blindfold Lyrics - Codename: Ego Stripper - Ces Cru

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 shit that we own and we don't play 

Blindfold em and (line em up in a row) 

I'm bored out of my fucking mind with these fat asses 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, shit'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 shit 

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 shit 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 shit 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 

Shit I don't know what to say bitch 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 bitch 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 motherfuckin' 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 

Shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit 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 shit, y'all new to the script 

Wonder why I lick a shot with the same tongue 

Shit'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 motherfucker, 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 motherfuckin' team