…die
You know that we gon’ keep it Kosher
You know I’m drippin,’ no water, like Nova Scotia
Hit me up, n#gg#s plan it, it’s in my orbit
I got big ol’ chicks callin’ me Norbit
Talkin’ bout my Mareo, ain’t no Luigi
My newports go crazy, n#gg#, no skweezy
You gon’ really have to make sure that this n#gg# sh#t dippin’
Uh, big shoutouts Tippen
I ain’t talkin’ bout no Scotty, n#gg#, Pippen
I {?} my wrist, n#gg#, we really stitchin’
At this point, I’ma just put my dick in, I’m shittin’
Ay, we really got this sh#t rollin’
I’m talkin’ bout my Newports, n#gg#, but I’m smokin’
Oh sh#t, talkin’ my f#ckin’ headphone fallin’ off
Ay, this n#gg# thought I was a fed, a cop (Ay)
Food from garbage candy, the smell is ew, gas
No more poverty prayer, our life is f#cking sad
Had to hire translator, our English is on the bad
Protest for the better life, yеah we need to unite fast
I ain’t gon’ lie that was somе heat
Still doesn’t change the fact that John, I will boil your teeth
All my friends and I out in Michigan livin’ in poverty
Skinny as hell, built like a stick, I’m f#cking starving see?
We livin’ in poverty
Ay, it’s this n#gg# Coral
Suck my dick so good that sh#t made me bort
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Cleo’s Trademark – Outro
cleo’s Trademark – Storyline
Cleo’s Trademark Lyrics – Lunchroom freestyle