Текст Lil 2z – Concealed

Count hundreds well I shit, nigga, turn it to my new hobby
First I started selling weed, than I started moving crack
Right behind the pawn shop, where I met my nigga black
Right behind that liquor store, just in case I want a snack
Twenty dollar rock sacks, yeah bitch you gettin’ taxes
Ion even flexin’ nigga!
Grew up with them Mexican niggas
I just really fuck with bitches, ion really mess with niggas
All my bitches stress a nigga
Gangsta bitch gon’ stretch a nigga
Florida bitch gon’ say, «It’s just something ’bout them Texas niggas»
They just gave my bro twenty, all he did was fucking rob!
But they’ll hire pedifles and rapist to go work a job
Swear the system penatrated
Bitches got me fucked up!
Just because we’re minorities, they act like we don’t know none!

Nah for real man, these niggas act like we don’t know none
Know w’saying?
There’s real niggas doing twenty-five to life
And ya got fuckin’ child molesters doing fuckin’ seven to eight months man

I say, ha-huh
The game fucked up, these niggas sellin’ they soul nigga?
All for the fame, or cars and some clothes nigga?
You niggas trippin’, be acting out for these hoes nigga
Say I’m a real one, they wish Lil 2z would fold nigga
Say I’m a real one, they wish Lil 2z was gone nigga

Say I’m a real one, Lil 2z be with them old niggas
Say I’m a real one, Lil 2z was whopping grown niggas
Say I’m a real one, Lil 2z ain’t got no hoe in him
It ain’t to do with my momma, she ain’t know I was out here doing dirt
A and B, honor roll, but I’m out here selling work
She still giving lunch money, but I re-upped on the first
Than she started noticing like «where the hell you get that shirt?
Where the hell you get them shoes?
Where the hell you get them choo’s?»
Sorry we was going through it
Something that I had to do
Hadda get that bag momma!
Something for me, something for you
When you start getting money everybody notice you

T-hahaha
When you start getting money everybody notice you