Cleo

To my real ones that know, this ain't for you
To my enemies, It's still love all day
Everybody's still growing and learning themselves, right?
My true story, yo

Ponderin', ponderin' how to approach
Some of y'all sensitive, but y'all still need to know (Yeah)
Wonder how a bunch of sheep can have opinions on a G.O.A.T. (How?)
We all on the same continent and off the same boat (Right)

Remember early on, y'all ain't treat me all the same though (Uh-huh)
Used to question why the brothers even rocked with me for (Uh)
'Member y'all wondered, used to wonder 'bout Wonder
Question why they'd ever wanna push a black woman

Niggas on my label who ain't want me in the front end
Some sisters in the industry
Y'all know y'all was frontin' (I know it)
Dressed too tomboy, rap too lyrical (You said it)

I can say more, the pain would bring a few tears to you (Hurt)
I shed a few, was booed bad in Fort Lauderdale (Uh)
Now I'm boo'd up, they boohoo 'cause I didn't fail
Know who you are, I was told names, never tell

The weight that I carried those summers, I'm never frail
Now they say I ain't elite (Who are they?)
On to the next
Don't take time to address opinions
That ain't ninth, Dre, or Jay-Z (Right)

Only rap radars I need are them and the streets (Right)
Be careful, the validations y'all seek (Uh-huh)
I been in them offices, they don't look like you and me (They don't)
I've been in offices that they look like me

I learned lessons 'bout my essence and this industry (Uh)
Y'all banked on the wrong ones, wasted your energy (You did)
Lost more interest, got me laughin' at my enemies
Every door you close, every back you turn (Uh-huh)

Can't keep me away from the life I earned (You can't keep it)
My rock bottom still the high life y'all yearn (It is)
What ain't given, I had to take my turn (Give me that)
Came back, more ammo, like Cleo to burn
Blaow, blaow, blaow, nigga, burn

We ain't forgot about them shots Jack
They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
Money talk, bullshit walk, you dig?
If you aim, you better squeeze
Real ones multiply, chump niggas bleed, you feel me?

We ain't forgot about them shots Jack
They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
You can bank on that nigga
252 comin' live from the bugaboo basement
For the big faces nigga

Let's keep it a whole G, and talk about it upfront (talk)
The best, point blank, period, every month (talk)
The goals been lowered, and we still scared to dunk (talk)
Y'all don't want no smoke, half the squad roll blunts

Hold up, enough braggin', let's talk about the baggin' (yeah)
Talk about the money, when this business they staffin' (uh huh)
We'll milk the cows but they never put a calf in (tell it)
White men run us, they don't want this kinda passion

A black woman story? They don't want this kinda rapping (talk)
They love a fantasy, they love the gun bang action (talk)
What good is a black women to them? (yeah)
Raped us and slavery, they raping us again

Only put us on TV if our titties jiggling (uh)
Jay tried to give us Tidals and we giggling at him (damn shame)
But we ain't peeped the funny shit they doing (crazy)
Chitlin' Circuit, mom and mop's store been ruined (crazy)

'Cause we wouldn't share the profit, we was all movin'
Now it's pennies on pennies, that don't make sense do it? (dollars)
We gotta stick together more than we has been (yes we do)
Beefin' with each other while they get rich laughing (come on bruh)

Mm, that's a no no (it is)
Bust my way through like Cleo with the ammo (baow)
On my own terms, I'ma take what's mine
Singin' day after day, you can sing that line

We ain't forgot about them shots Jack
They gon' be mad when I squeeze back
And that's a fact nigga
You see we came up, got our change up, but we ain't change up
In a world full of fake niggas, still remain us

We ain't forgot about them shots Jack
They gon' be mad when I squeeze back

Real rap forever
Showin' love to all my strong black queens, you dig?
Fuck what you heard, bow down or get shot down nigga

Money, money, money, money
Get your money
Get the money, money
Better get your money
Get the money, money

Money, money, money, money
Gotta get your money
Get the money, money
Better get your money
Get the money, money
Money

I remember, don't worry
How could I ever forget?
It's the first time, the last time we ever met
Well, I reme-



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Writer(s): Philip Collins, Patrick Denard Douthit, Marlana Evans
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