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