Book 6, Real Shit
How the f*ck you scissor when you don't got clit?
How you so cracked and you don't got clips?
That's like tryna talk shit when you got a dumb lisp
23 'til infinity, upright on my business
You niggas can't belittle me
Put out the album like inertia
Nigga, you're too slow, yeah, I know, I been heard ya
Don't make me go frisk
I can be passive but I'm not afraid to talk my shit
I'd rather get that genocide
Giving the mass population my musical pesticide
This my HD era, things will be different
2024 will become my new beginning
Cayden. Null? Cayden. Null? Where the hell you been?
Don't mind me, I've been hiding in the trash bin
Just kidding, I'm still chilling like a villain
Well damn, Mr. Null, how the hell you been feeling?
Pretty shit, hit or miss
Still dealing with kids that get mistakes from their parents
Helga-ass behavior so I know it's apparent
Dealing with too many losses to count
Dealing with too many losses of f*cks
But f*ck it, slap a nigga head that's built like a nugget
You built like a kid that's emo and shit
But you actually just retarded and evil and shit
Hip hop on my dick, no rapper's delight
Putting on my rapping shoes just like I'm Mike
And I was running too but not like Forrest
More like Majors, running from his mistress for not returning the favor
Jungle fever, no 105
Didn't you hear the track? I believe it's number 5
2 number 9s, staying referencing the games because they saved my life
Before movies and this ear shit, favorite color is pink
And Ahmier thinks that's queer shit, but I don't hear shit
I'm tone deaf, I'm on the spectrum too, no internet
Not because of it, no Mr. Glover
Though I'm childish, and if you got a problem you can suck on this not so mild dick
It's more like, supersized
'Cause I'm black y'all, I'm black y'all
And you can see the melanin from my sack y'all
I'm getting jiggy with it
And that girl in the corner getting fishy with it
And I'm the type to name the interludes after books
With niggas named Pilgrim in it, and I can't get out
And you can thug it, I make music for kids like me
So they know they can do it too, stay positive
We all got futures dude
So get with it, niglet, the earth is just a big fat fidget spinner
I sound like a white-washed Eminem
And I still don't like peanut M&Ms
So let me start my countdown, 1, 2, 10
Finest hour, beginning of the end
Music is a girl to me, and I'm in love with her booty
Venus as a boy, I believe in her beauty
Rap is an easy bitch
Anyone can do it
Now because I'm 14, compose my own beats and lyrics
I'm dope enough to f*ck around with any nigga setlist
F*ck your conglomerates, spit that Futurama shit
Threw you for a curveball, good kush and alcohol
January 26, 2023, my nigga Noodle died due to that Powers That B
Real shit
I still miss her everyday, but that's alright
Let me readjust
Minute left on the clock
And yet I feel like I can't stop
So much to be said, can't wait for the next project
So y'all can hear it, so sped and finished, no fumble
Finna finesse using alliteration in my raps
To make it sound blessed to the ears of my beautiful peers
F*ck
I see ya niggas looking at me
But I don't give a f*ck
Ride my magic stick as much as you want
Album so fire, did it all myself
Self-validation was my real only help
Shout out to Iz & Johnny for believing in me
Shout out Yaya and Sire for always giving the steam
Shout out my Lakeside niggas for being the team
I appreciate it
Hope you like this shit
Noodle: The Pink CD
Cayden. Null? - FINEST HOUR! (remastered) Lyrics
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Book 6, Real Shit
How the f*ck you scissor when you don't got clit?
How you so cracked and you don't got clips?
That's like tryna talk shit when you got a dumb lisp
23 'til infinity, upright on my business
You niggas can't belittle me
Put out the album like inertia
Nigga, you're too slow, yeah, I know, I been heard ya
Don't make me go frisk
I can be passive but I'm not afraid to talk my shit
I'd rather get that genocide
Giving the mass population my musical pesticide
This my HD era, things will be different
2024 will become my new beginning
Cayden. Null? Cayden. Null? Where the hell you been?
Don't mind me, I've been hiding in the trash bin
Just kidding, I'm still chilling like a villain
Well damn, Mr. Null, how the hell you been feeling?
Pretty shit, hit or miss
Still dealing with kids that get mistakes from their parents
Helga-ass behavior so I know it's apparent
Dealing with too many losses to count
Dealing with too many losses of f*cks
But f*ck it, slap a nigga head that's built like a nugget
You built like a kid that's emo and shit
But you actually just retarded and evil and shit
Hip hop on my dick, no rapper's delight
Putting on my rapping shoes just like I'm Mike
And I was running too but not like Forrest
More like Majors, running from his mistress for not returning the favor
Jungle fever, no 105
Didn't you hear the track? I believe it's number 5
2 number 9s, staying referencing the games because they saved my life
Before movies and this ear shit, favorite color is pink
And Ahmier thinks that's queer shit, but I don't hear shit
I'm tone deaf, I'm on the spectrum too, no internet
Not because of it, no Mr. Glover
Though I'm childish, and if you got a problem you can suck on this not so mild dick
It's more like, supersized
'Cause I'm black y'all, I'm black y'all
And you can see the melanin from my sack y'all
I'm getting jiggy with it
And that girl in the corner getting fishy with it
And I'm the type to name the interludes after books
With niggas named Pilgrim in it, and I can't get out
And you can thug it, I make music for kids like me
So they know they can do it too, stay positive
We all got futures dude
So get with it, niglet, the earth is just a big fat fidget spinner
I sound like a white-washed Eminem
And I still don't like peanut M&Ms
So let me start my countdown, 1, 2, 10
Finest hour, beginning of the end
Music is a girl to me, and I'm in love with her booty
Venus as a boy, I believe in her beauty
Rap is an easy bitch
Anyone can do it
Now because I'm 14, compose my own beats and lyrics
I'm dope enough to f*ck around with any nigga setlist
F*ck your conglomerates, spit that Futurama shit
Threw you for a curveball, good kush and alcohol
January 26, 2023, my nigga Noodle died due to that Powers That B
Real shit
I still miss her everyday, but that's alright
Let me readjust
Minute left on the clock
And yet I feel like I can't stop
So much to be said, can't wait for the next project
So y'all can hear it, so sped and finished, no fumble
Finna finesse using alliteration in my raps
To make it sound blessed to the ears of my beautiful peers
F*ck
I see ya niggas looking at me
But I don't give a f*ck
Ride my magic stick as much as you want
Album so fire, did it all myself
Self-validation was my real only help
Shout out to Iz & Johnny for believing in me
Shout out Yaya and Sire for always giving the steam
Shout out my Lakeside niggas for being the team
I appreciate it
Hope you like this shit
Noodle: The Pink CD
How the f*ck you scissor when you don't got clit?
How you so cracked and you don't got clips?
That's like tryna talk shit when you got a dumb lisp
23 'til infinity, upright on my business
You niggas can't belittle me
Put out the album like inertia
Nigga, you're too slow, yeah, I know, I been heard ya
Don't make me go frisk
I can be passive but I'm not afraid to talk my shit
I'd rather get that genocide
Giving the mass population my musical pesticide
This my HD era, things will be different
2024 will become my new beginning
Cayden. Null? Cayden. Null? Where the hell you been?
Don't mind me, I've been hiding in the trash bin
Just kidding, I'm still chilling like a villain
Well damn, Mr. Null, how the hell you been feeling?
Pretty shit, hit or miss
Still dealing with kids that get mistakes from their parents
Helga-ass behavior so I know it's apparent
Dealing with too many losses to count
Dealing with too many losses of f*cks
But f*ck it, slap a nigga head that's built like a nugget
You built like a kid that's emo and shit
But you actually just retarded and evil and shit
Hip hop on my dick, no rapper's delight
Putting on my rapping shoes just like I'm Mike
And I was running too but not like Forrest
More like Majors, running from his mistress for not returning the favor
Jungle fever, no 105
Didn't you hear the track? I believe it's number 5
2 number 9s, staying referencing the games because they saved my life
Before movies and this ear shit, favorite color is pink
And Ahmier thinks that's queer shit, but I don't hear shit
I'm tone deaf, I'm on the spectrum too, no internet
Not because of it, no Mr. Glover
Though I'm childish, and if you got a problem you can suck on this not so mild dick
It's more like, supersized
'Cause I'm black y'all, I'm black y'all
And you can see the melanin from my sack y'all
I'm getting jiggy with it
And that girl in the corner getting fishy with it
And I'm the type to name the interludes after books
With niggas named Pilgrim in it, and I can't get out
And you can thug it, I make music for kids like me
So they know they can do it too, stay positive
We all got futures dude
So get with it, niglet, the earth is just a big fat fidget spinner
I sound like a white-washed Eminem
And I still don't like peanut M&Ms
So let me start my countdown, 1, 2, 10
Finest hour, beginning of the end
Music is a girl to me, and I'm in love with her booty
Venus as a boy, I believe in her beauty
Rap is an easy bitch
Anyone can do it
Now because I'm 14, compose my own beats and lyrics
I'm dope enough to f*ck around with any nigga setlist
F*ck your conglomerates, spit that Futurama shit
Threw you for a curveball, good kush and alcohol
January 26, 2023, my nigga Noodle died due to that Powers That B
Real shit
I still miss her everyday, but that's alright
Let me readjust
Minute left on the clock
And yet I feel like I can't stop
So much to be said, can't wait for the next project
So y'all can hear it, so sped and finished, no fumble
Finna finesse using alliteration in my raps
To make it sound blessed to the ears of my beautiful peers
F*ck
I see ya niggas looking at me
But I don't give a f*ck
Ride my magic stick as much as you want
Album so fire, did it all myself
Self-validation was my real only help
Shout out to Iz & Johnny for believing in me
Shout out Yaya and Sire for always giving the steam
Shout out my Lakeside niggas for being the team
I appreciate it
Hope you like this shit
Noodle: The Pink CD
Writer: Cayden Null
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid