Lyrics:

(Hook)
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)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)

(Verse)
I'm bored out of my fuckin' mind with these fat asses and fast food (yeah)
Fake beefs and rap crews (yeah), snap-backs and tattoos (come on!)
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 dawg (yeah)
I don't care what you don't feel dawg
People counting on me like chips stacks
And a matter o' fact I got bills dawg
Doin' BI, 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 have been
Then again, considering I'm on the grind
Somebody hold 'em, blindfold 'em, one last smoke set 'em up in a line

(Hook x2)
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)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)

(Verse 2)
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 hay batter
Swing batta batta swing, he cant hit he cant hit
They want my spot on the label but they cant have it
You sick of seein' my face, pasted up in the place
Shit I dont know what to say bitch you can blame Travis
Snake and bat we chain react you think its, 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 Im on the road, I dont 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
Im wide awake, yall taking naps
Tryna join our rank I ain't taking apps
I dont see these funds, I'mma speak in tongue
Payback's a bitch and she dont pay in cash
We never quit when they tell us no because the
Love and respects what I felt the most, so I
Exercise my self-control, but which one of yall helped me tho?
Blindfold em!

(Hook)
You with the BS, you wanna be ?
You dropping demo discs, I'm hittin' eject
I'm gonna 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

(Verse 3)
If you gotta get a weapon and get to stepping
I'm wrecking every second that I'm checkin' the freaking record
It's ? and I been kicking it incessantly
Gen and Tech my twenty second and beckon for the deepest of women get em
If you gotta get a crew, get a Ces one
You'll make a muthafuckin' 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 rocking 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

(Hook x2)
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)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)
Blindfold 'em and (line 'em up in a row)

(Verse 4)
Ring around the Middi, we hit that wall
We the shit and coming to hit that stall
Enemies entering in the ring back off (off)
We pop up whenever we get that call (call?)
Ain't nobody gonna body me, no man (man)
I'm taking the bull by the horn with both hands
So, breaking the rules, I'mma 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 (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 ?
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, bringing up the scene
Ready to unload it on ya muthafuckin' team