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You can't treat him like any of the other niggas around here, 'Cause he ain't like any of the other niggas around here

(I got a feeling there's gonna be a riot)

(Vision? What do you know about my vision?)

Call me Cable because I'm on your television. Me, Cayden, Zide, Reeses, Cai, best rap division. Like the NBA Pacific, this is my prevision. This song gon' be fire

let's start the demolition

Nigga up, up, down, down, left, right, times 2, Press B, let go of A

get you some pay

It's the nigga with the headband and braids, Coming live from CA

I struggle to paint these pictures (pictures)

I throw 'em away, rearrange, cut them with some scissors (scissors)

I see them looking at me, they're questioning my decisions (decisions)

What is my thought process? What's in his visions? (visions)

Well, This ain't hip hop, this art rap

I feel lonely sometimes, that's an odd fact

I feel underrated, The shit I go through is more than I ever estimated

The ultimatums, I feel misunderstood, The echo chamber I stood under, the ideas I misfoot, My teachers reminisce their old student and they still wonder

Did he grow up and improve, or does he still stumble

Raps so hard, I mean it's hard to keep it humble. Y'all the off-brand

bootleg version of me, You guys

stay stumble

No one thinks like me, so I'm isolated, Dilated in a cardboard box

So only it's my privacy that I'm violating

Hello, welcome to the tape, and my name is Cayden. I write this in a room while presidents are getting shot at. Survival tactics on my own demons, I really combat.

Can't contact my friends, they wouldn't deal with my soft ass

Home isn't better, like Gil ScottHeron, I'm really on that

Compare our lives and identities

you'll see the contrast. What am I even anyway? The person on the mic, at school, or at his mom's estate? Really trying to find a direction as of late

The poems aren't enough, I'm the only one I trust, I'm halfway an orphan, so you know the struggle's up. My stuff definitely stinks, you can smell it from my, must,

But it's a must that I leave them in the dust. Not my fault when they hear my lyrics they combust.

Boy, please adjust

Pulled up back to Cali, feeling like Corleone. Excited to come back to my throne, home, Lake Elsinore. I also felt like Beatrix Kiddo, 'Cause I'm ready to slaughter my opponents by any means necessary.

I'm Mr. Little Wait, my bad, I mean X, So like null, it's a variable, complex. My last name fuck up codes, it's terrible, Inconceivable and unbearable, The cycles repeat like a Ferris wheel or more, or so a carousel, They're parallel

She said every artist has a muse, true. My anger taps into these bars like a short fuse. My emotions are like a puzzle, they're dazed and confused. So thinking outside in, my joy is tapped out, What button should they choose? (Um)

Ulterior motives, no who's who. I write Blue's Clues letters, Send songs out to other rappers, It takes them long to return to sender. These flows aqueducting out like an airbender.

Like or as flow, the culinary a**hole, I cook like the bear, so bear with me and my cash flow. Cackle at these loser niggas with wack flows, Laughing 'cause my bloopers better than you niggas, you act slow.

Weed isn't unwacking enough, so your ass blows (Uhh)

Low and behold, I'm collecting Ws and Os, Don't have to flex a facade, I can just comatose, On these beats, don't poke too deep like your Pinocchio

Didn't you see our show? Nigga they loved us. The beat makes your nut bust, These lyrics make your frontal lobe fuck up, 'Cause it requires you to think.

Buff bitches fartin' flow, you folks are just weak twinks. But, I'm on a 10-hour flight, wake up, make a rack, clueless Stacey Dash.

Humble kid in Elsinore, going through it, I hide it behind my pride & confidence, there's no excuses. You can get down, but can you get up?

I'm struggling to paint these pictures, I throw 'em away, rearrange, cut them with some scissors. I see them looking at me, they're questioning my decisions. What is my thought process? What's in my visions?

I'm really not brave, I got a lot on my mind, Scared of my future, but I'm tryna stay divine. Worry a lot about my mom and brother all the time. But I don't help a lot, I think I'm selfish.

God bless us. "Life is complicated, I..."

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