Eleventeen (feat. Lexie)

• Written by  • Featuring Lexie

Hook
CLYDE I'm screaming "Fuck the rap game"
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Fuck the rap game
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Every other women begging for ya last name
LEXIE: With your 3rd eye closed, running in the fast lane
 
Verse 1: 14 year old Clyde Cabbage
Seems like people will do anything for fortune & fame
Some dudes even sell their souls & end up scorching in flames
Before they die, they try & try to make sure you do the same
I'll let you in on how it's played in case you're new to the game
They bring all these lame ass entertainers & stuff
That'll do anything you tell them if you pay them enough
And then they make em superstars long as their image is right
That means that stealing, killing, & dissing women is tight
Do you think you think that that's right? Are you living that life?
Or do you simply think you're tuning into music you like?
Of course it's catchy "Do ya dance, do your dance on my dick"
But then you wonder why you gotta buy new Pampers and shit
I'm not tryna diss the music that you're listening to
Buy know that shit affects your brain and the decisioning too
They take your soul & take control because it's easy to do
And realize you're being lied to by the media too
"They're lying to me?" Of course they're lying to you
Send you to jail or straight to Hell is what they're trying to do
So say "Don't lie to me, society! My soul won't be bought"
Then take the earbuds out ya ears and take control of your thoughts
I'm screaming fuck this rap game but I love this rap game
Fuck the rap game but I love this rap game
Every other women begging for ya last name
With your 3rd eye closed, running in the fast lane
 
Verse 2: Lexie
a luminous mad hooligan
have a chorus in unison like nuns in Jerusalem
heart of aluminum tin can is what i been sayin' in the gym, eating pizza while the pen sprayin' cold?
possibly but mortals my philosophy obliterating those that honestly bother me
consciously killing your repertoire
I'll rip to shards your reckless bars take a picture have it as a memoir
But know nobody can steal your shine
An eye for an eye will have the world blind
Open your third eye, you already heard why
Im tryna live my life in the light and write until the pen ignites
I don't care about what's wrong cause I do what's right
Even if there's a lot of things that's on your mind
Sharpen up, you don't wanna leave the point behind
Index, keeping your enemies in check
 
Hook
CLYDE I'm screaming "Fuck this rap game"
LEXIE: But I love this rap game
CLYDE: Fuck this rap game
LEXIE: But I love this rap game
CLYDE: Every other women begging for ya last name
LEXIE: With your 3rd eye closed, running in the fast lane
 
Verse 3: Clyde
Tryna right my wrongs as I'm writing another song
And, yes I'm lighting up this bong catching flights to where I belong
Strongly longing for stability, King Kong stable
Split my net down the middle like ping-pong tables
With my people cause they warned me bout moving to mainstream
Sing-song labels aiming towards doing the same thing
They know a song's a hit, sign the artist and change things
Rappers go along with it for the things that the fame brings
And they know they're wrong from it but they plan on living it up
And then they slowly wanna quit cause their fans've given them up
I swear this game will leave you sour for hours with all these cowards
In a race for the power and the things we call ours
Nostalgia from when wasn't shady & deceitful
Hip-hop's roots, now it's the root of all evil
Showing love to my people that listen to real music
To respect to all my hip-hop niggas that still do it
 
Hook
CLYDE I'm screaming "Fuck the rap game"
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Fuck the rap game
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Every other women begging for ya last name
LEXIE: With your 3rd eye closed, running in the fast lane
 
Verse 4: Lexie
Liberated from situations I've been debating
these figments imitating the figures that say im crazy
Im disengaging, these fickle minds don't amaze me
But i could stare at the sky to bat the breeze but life's a good pitcher
Steady searching for the perfect picture
The almost perfect person to make the hurting differ
We giving in to the urgent whispers of society
Beauty is determined by what the eye cant see
Hold up So that means you cant sell this dream on television
Don't be scared to be driven simply by intuition
The pen is dripping while these verbs are my ammunition
Don't be scared to drive the distance and provide assistance
To those who need it, restricted to build a thriving business
We cant buy the system, cause money don't rule the world, only the people do
As long as thats said, we might as well pull it thru
 
Hook
CLYDE I'm screaming "Fuck the rap game"
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Fuck the rap game
LEXIE: But I love the rap game
CLYDE: Every other women begging for ya last name
LEXIE: With your 3rd eye closed, running in the fast lane

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ClydeCabbage
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