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letra de ocean's 11 - cayden. null?

[intro]
i see the vision!

[verse 1: cayden. null?]
all i ever wanted was a bimmer and a smart bad b-tch
money for my mom & fam make god proud a fanbase
wanna be heard & y’all n-ggas just woke up a savage
it’s the summer bummer cypher aggression beyond passive

[verse 2: kikoymg]
welcome to the party b-tch you know what it f-cking be
the real kiko kyd cai cay and sp
ace too and my n-gga marley and ar!es
shoutout to my n-gga shai rip to nipsey
no gamecube card but im gamecube hard
if you f-cking with the boss best be praying to the cross
fat b-tch lotta rick ross lotta lip gloss
no thoughts do not crip walk you gon get caught
i’m firing bullets at hamilton
ammunation duck down shot up like a anarchist
n-gga knuck or buck now or you getting -n-l ripped
n-gga what the f-ck now talking bout its from within
yеah they is amuck now hit him with a fatal hit
you gon get ya stomach ripped
(dont diе)
n-ggas watching movies thatre f-cking sh-t
(how high)
i’m a youngin but i know a tid bit
(my third eye)
hating f-slurs throw a hissyfit
(i defy)
[verse 3: uggz world]
uh stay unimpressed man your best sh-t could never threaten me
respect your effort but that sh-t ain’t pressure respectfully
yo the pen is a weapon word to joey i move professionally
i’m really sick with it
when i’m done you gone remember me
lot of these rappers do not f-ck with me because our egos equal (f-ck you too)
and it’s clear that i can see those people
so i keep it in the fam like gambino’s people
i’m from the reservation but they call me city boy
i ain’t scared to turn down no fades but i’m still a pretty boy
light em up like russian roulette i’ll make your crew crewless
i don’t dance but i stay two steps ahead so don’t try to test
cause i got people that can pump you full of f-cking lead
p-ssy’s claim they run the game but me & cayden broke they legs
all this hard work finally paid off
f-ck i look like buying b-tches clothes
just so they can take it off?
yes i’ll admit that i’m a victim of stress (so what you do?)
i have a b-tch take a pic of her breast (something like nudes)
i have a smoke or two between my breaths (okay that’s cool)
man whatever i’m done with this one

[verse 4: kyd cai]
told y’all i was done with the boombap beats but i shouldn’t make promises i can’t keep
wrote this to a i-z (vision!)
when i woke from my sleep
a cold day in winter like under 4 degrees (it’s f-cking cold)
them felonies guaranteed to excite me but truthfully
i’m a troll at heart at my best i’m an anarchist art incarnate
saturian sp-wn not a martian painfully honest
president convict 2025-29 climate
b-tch n-gga allergies y’all f-cking up my sinus not the smartest mind but definitely the wisest
ask any girl in 913 i’m definitely the finest
if she disagree she a dollar hoe or a dime b-tch
physically i’m just a short n-gga with ambitions of doing the grimest sh-t all for a corvette
it’s gone be more death last day of summer 23 i was filling more beats with more corpses
ak & i’maginary talking about dropping hold that horse sh-t
trust believe we don’t need or want it
the only way you’ll get 5 stars is playing gta los santos the only place where you’re wanted
i was being a try hard on the last posse cut
one sided beef with cayden now it’s all love
ain’t no n-gga can’t f-ck with us & trust we got the resume to back it up
(ashes ashes dust to dust)
(can’t none of y’all really f-ck with us)
[verse 5: ace landish]
former weird ass n-gga got some soldiers that’ll put the bandz in our hands (wan solider)
on a plane 11 hour span count it up until we land
mess with me that’s a flag red dot to your head like j-pan (aceo aceo)
i don’t give a d-mn this ak international fly on a dove to india drew another dot on your skull
and f-ck andrew he a b-tch shoot a cupid arrow at mister love put him in a ditch
i mean it’s the way i spit it ain’t no game it’s serious forget the red rolls white ceiling (red rolls)
my eyes will k!ll from a to z you must not see my vision
ice a n-gga who claim to be 100 we gon add 87 to minus is living
job already done so
(he better)

[verse 6: marley cisco]
yo, yo
better pray marley c just stay in his lane
better pray i don’t change cuz b-tch i’m insane
better pray for these wounds cuz b-tch i’m in pain
better pray for these bands cuz b-tch got a brain
bring the best out a b-tch but worst of her man
bring the van full of fans and they all wave they hands
break the lands for the bands i still chimney with the cans
i got people on the line really asking for my time
i got books with the wine really paying for the dime
every time i walk with you i pray the card don’t decline
i’m better than damon and i’ll stand on that line
i’ve been feining for this sh-t ever since i was nine
playing with my heart like b-tch it’s not fine
getting a touch of the world and soon it’s all mine
it’s all mine motherf-cker
(yeah)
[verse 7: brandonsstuff]
it’s lowercase no sp-ces that’s how you say it
i know this d-mn cypher has been long awaited
everybody keeps asking what i’d do when i make it
i feel like i did when i started hanging with cayden
nerdy kid with curls rapping like a villian
when they say i’m bs they don’t mean i’m bullsh-tting
when i say i sold my soul i ain’t talking bout a contract
it’s only showing that i stay committed
on the same old sh-t feeling like a looped beat
when you know you can’t flow why even compete?
kids really losing plots how are you an mc?
and they still decide to keep on playing with me
got a whole state to hold down from the tx
y’all are like shoes with the way you begging for checks
like korruption this is complex predators we apex
f-ck this d-mn verse give me respect

[verse 8: adamthe300]
my eyes are blinded by whoever might be watchin
so afraid for what? i really don’t know but it’s never stoppin’
real marauders come figure out what’s really wrong
i just don’t wanna get worse due to this song
just last night there was a tall figure standing in the dark
man he probably wanted to make his mark
now i tell me how i can figure this out
how was there n0body that saw what i saw there was no doubt?
always kept on comin all the way from east side i know i should be running
but there’s no where to hide
no one believed me until after november 4th
when everything started to come on a lil bit fore’
everything’s getting so twisted as i watch the ceiling fan
at this point now i feel like there’s nothing at hand
now i got a whole ass turn around
but you never paid attention it was only the sound

[verse 9: i-z the vision]
uh, all caps when you spell the man’s name
i was bullied cause i was more focus on the rap game
this ain’t no hobby of mine this is a rescue mission
what is in my thought process what is in my vision
i’m a man of many paths with a gift from the lord
got to make by 27 before i pull the cord
cause this artistry is all i have in my life
this artistry is the reason why i’m even still alive
the only thing i pray is that my feet don’t failed me now
cause there been many times in my life where i’ve been down
this is no art gallery anymore this is survival of the fittest
we got to protect the art before it gets colonized by the wicked
like they drained the soul out of a chopped soul sample
they making up new words like they out here playing scrabble
they’re holding up guns on their profile pic
like how would a suburban kid have aim like john wick
these motherf-ckers’ careers are up in smoke
like cheech and chong just took a toke
sh-t landed bad like an amy schumer joke
these others rappers they a diet coke
we got the mindset to kick yall asses like cobra kai
we not all mexican but we can handle the spice
while yall choking like yall inhaled carbon monoxide
we just don’t pray on yall downfall we pray that yall die
(all caps)

[verse 10: ar!es]
man i see the vision
augurrecords boy you know our sh-t be hitting
got y’all people to sit and listen to the ideas that we pitchin’
i got music on the way so you can quit it with your b-tchin’
and i know my future glistens it’s bright
eventually in time i know that everything will be right
eventually no tame i’mpala they’ll ride my currents that’s hype
eventually i’ll be flying private bouncing around like a sprite
from state to state every night my biggest fan is your type
blow me away yeah it’s tight
i beat it up like a fight i nut then beat it like mic
i’m headin out on my trike i’m clean as sh-t like a wipe
they steady hatin’ and i’ll never hear the end of it
i know they gon switch up when i got some cents i can lend a bit
i got a circle and i only have some real ass friends in it
and that sh-t ain’t gon pop unlike the tit of the older b-tch i’m in
my tongue is sharp just like a kitchen
set for life i forsee riches
if i diss you with the fishes
speed it up this that ignition
burnin’ bright this heat is hittin’ az baby i’m not kiddin’
cystal gem i’m staying hidden
asking do you see the vision
on a hunt i’m on a mission to be perfect decent dishin out
i’ll make it to the top there is no doubt
24 bars i wrote myself without my lungs giving out
i ate this verse it was a plate it was some fresh fried trout
i was born ar!es number: 9 that’s why my head stay in clouds

[verse 11: roman rizo]
niko it’s roman! (aye yeah)
i’mma introduce myself real quick and my name is roman rizo
and producing and rapping is my sh-t
my name gotta meaning and ima tell you right quick
i’ma tell you right quick yeah
r stand for righteousness cause you know i be big stepping for my business and sh-t
o stand for outstanding cause these poems and stories is some sh-t yall really can’t be better than
m stand for magical cause these tricks i got is some sh-t yall really can’t handle
and a is for adolescence cause i never wanna grow up and if i do
i don’t wanna be like my parents yeah
n stand for no cause when i tell you no it’s no don’t push it bro yeah
now that you know my name
hopefully you understand what i’m trying bring to this rap game
me and your favorite rapper ain’t the same
and that b-tch is a lame and i’m here for no fame
i’m here to bring a message to you people
i’m here to really show it out to you people
but if you don’t wanna take it then, f-ck it, don’t take it, i ain’t enforcing you
but yeah, i’m roman rizo

[verse 12: cayden. null?]
(i gotta feeling there’s gonna be a riot)
they just dreams turn ’em to reality sippin’ on some tea on my g-parents’ balcony
it’s caycay null please address me as mister
it’s the n-gga hangin’ no lynch mob with the fellas
eatin’ chocolate chip waffles with my side of nutella
with my black and white friends so i guess we crew
fill in the blank movin’ like will smith but look like carlton banks (in the new show)
no tag back policy i mean that ship already sank
lakeside’s infamous the n-gga that ya love to hate
call me lizzo or dave blunts i got a lot on my plate
okay (i’m sorry i know you losing weight lizzo)
let me stop being petty and start f-cking up
you peas in a pod but we dolphins on a posse cut
you a net banger hit the pen and then be coughing up
n-gga i use pens to press ink then be popping up
if you told me five years ago i’d be doing this
i would’ve laughed and picked up my legos and called you a stupid b-tch-ass n-gga
i’m in the house like carpet
no cory but i’m his son they call me bbf fartin’
i’m reppin’ ca from elsinore to carson
akdove your new diss ass go lay with the departed said i’m so far ahead
of my time
(of my time)
i got n-ggas five years from now pressing rewind
i got b-tches who hated me saying “caycay be mine” (that’s a lie i get no hoes)
i got my summa bumma time n-gga i’m feelin’ sublime
yeah
yeah i’m doing time
null can vary
who am i
to get all these n-ggas on a track
and call it supergroup homicide?
n-gga manners maketh men
b-tches plannin’ with they friends
n-ggas talkin’ with they chest
but n-ggas can’t even pass that f-cking ap test (r-t-rd)
failing all your classescredit recove your best bet (r-t-rd)
i’mma extra-terrest
like a deportee
n-gga let me be
tryna get up in my ass like some -n-l beads
eye spy with my little eye
n-ggas need to take they mask off it’s no surprise
b-tches can’t even find themselves they all livin’ lies
government incompetent too give jd the mic (shout out jd vance)
where is the sincerity of n-ggas everything is a joke
it’s all good til a n-gga pull a nine out his coat
that’s america
n-ggas don’t eat they asparagus
and only get green when they can buy them some hair and sh-t
it’s hilarious
yeah
yeah life can be sometimes ridiculous
the nice girl might just be so hideous but
i bet you wish you could stand under my umbrella
but n-ggas gotta get wet to know they drowning
can’t save you save yourself you got the power
but you n-ggas get only dumber and dumber by the hour
i only trust all my n-ggas
i’ma give sp his flowers

[verse 13: spiegel]
(that’s me alright)
aye
b-tch it’s me sp the teenage dream supreme with the psp
i see lil n-ggas wanna be like me
skateboard and rap on beats made by i-z
pop tags at good will cause they ain’t got cheese
gotta be better denim n-ggas cause it’s in my genes
on screen as a king they look up to me
but i still do the wrong things cause i ain’t spike lee
mr green gone hit these streets without permission
its gonna be a riot once they see the vision
we coming at you with more bars than a prison
my new missions pushing the green like sticky pistons
it’s been a couple months and these n-ggas still dissing
i can’t get with it i got a better image
and i ain’t tryna taint it my tongue is a gun
they lies coincide with the rhymes on they tongue
black star supernova shine bright and burn young
my eyes intertwined with my mind and the sun
i’m trying get by if rhymes was all one’s
i’d have a smooth billi’ for my sons in trust funds
but i don’t need me none all i want is an opinion
if all these new b-tches additions to my addictions
and two of my friends is dead and in prison
i got all of this attention but wanna stay hidden
i really hate the game i would rather just scrimmage
but i can’t cause n-ggas always want something different
and they ain’t ever really sitting down to listen
to the tapes that’s probably why i stay getting 8’s
sh-t my flowers won’t be sent till they standing at my grave
i’ll wait cause i’ll probably never ever see the gates
got this hair up in my face and a hat by my waist
made a couple mixtapes in these last couple days
i’m great (frosted flakes)
where the hustlers be
i talk sharp like my tongue made of cutlery
strap on ya seatbelts cause i rush the beat (summa bumma)
and that’s big sp if you f-ck with me peace

- cayden null

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