Concealed - Yo Gotti

They cooperating with the state, the case concealed

Remember Rico, from cm5 shit revealing

Jook ran off on the plug, damn near got me killed

But that’s my brother so fuck em, ya know what it is

Hunnid choppers in the spot, look like Taliban

A hunnid niggas already killed, ya know what I’m saying

They tried to shut the hood down, we ain’t going though

I been to prison, stressing lately, so I’m blowing dough

Nigga hurting in the hood, trying to give em hope

Bitches tryna throw me pussy, I tell em no

I’m a million dollar nigga, don’t excite a nigga

Bitch if I go to jail today, would you write a nigga

Keep the game concealed

I’m tryna tell em how it is

Like Migos Bout my M&m's

Bitches jocking, niggas hatin, ya know what it is

Don’t give no money to no hoes

Won’t put money on yo books

I told epic I’m bout money, I don’t give a fuck about no looks

I don’t give a fuck about no bitches, and they feelings

Fuck about no niggas, telling me I’m not real cause I’m winning

Give a fuck about no penitentiary no consequence

Pussy niggas, I’m diving in it

Give a fuck about no gossip, no rumors, won’t respond

All this and that, and back and fourth

All this social gangsta you on

Give a fuck about no bodies, or no murders or no guns

Give a fuck about no stripper bitches, even though I throw ones

Free C Murda

R.I.P to Soulja Slim, nigga

If ya got a minute in jail, go and see him nigga

Money order, send a picture, that mean ya fucking with em

It’s only right if ya hold it down, then ya was thuggin' with em

Whenever you see me, you see the sad faces

My nigga go to jail, we got the same case

Read between the lines, bitch I’m riding for em

I’m a rapper and security bitch I’m fighting for em

My niggas do a big, I hold it down for em

And if the ho a hunnid, I make the time for it

Don’t do no talking, straight out the muscle

I’m a keep a lot of shit concealed, til the art of hustle