Cleo

[Intro]

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

[Verse 1]

Pondering, pondering 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

I don't take time to address opinions that ain't 9th, 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

[Chorus]

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

Two five two 'comin live from the booger boo basement

For the big faces, nigga

[Verse 2]

Yo, 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, who in this business they staffin'? (Uh-huh)

Who milk the cows but they never put a calf in (Tell it)

White men run this, they don't want this kind of passion (Talk)

A black woman story, they don't want this kind of rapping (Talk)

They love a fantasy, they love the gun bang action (Talk)

What good is a black women to them? (Yeah)

Raped us in slavery, they raping us again (Yes)

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 pop stores been ruined (Crazy)

'Cause we ain't wanna 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)

Mmh, 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 (Like Cleo)

[Chorus]

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

[Outro: Rapsody & Phil Collins]

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-