Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cleo , by - Rapsody. Song from the album Eve, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.08.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Jamla
Song language: English
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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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) |
| 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- |