The Secret

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA] DZA It's the John Dillinger flow Kill a motherfucker, y'all actin' like y'all don't know I don't care if ya YouTube views up Bet 5 of y'all don't blow Little niggas couldn't sit at the table with us We push em to the side with the baby sitters Boss shit Big money make 'em nauseous, we target It's only a few real niggas left So I guess we win by forfeit, huh? Chalk it up, one more for the bad guys Mad I crept up in the building and I killed em Pack to ya workers, make it unfair Work on ya block and I ain't even from there Run where? I'm a 9/11 nigga, fuck fear, have faith, say a prayer [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah, this that roundtable talk, Godfather speech Jewelry flashing, toast glasses to the mash And forever wanting mo, neva wanting less The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah, they like Krizzle where the shit at? Kid at? Uptown southern flow, I heard them niggas fear that My flow is so soulful I hope that you can clear that If you looking for Return of 4Eva, we the one that you should get at Young Krizzle, Smoke DZA Cinemizzac, Black Rizzoc, hip-hop is bizzack I ain't got time for niggas that's tryna play me Cuz I'm from Mississippi, I won't big you like gravy Theatrical timing; some Martin Scorsese Will you ever be nowhere close to where we are? Maybe I'm Sunday schoolin' these niggas like I was Sadie If you want the best of the best of the best, best pay me Bitch! I'm live from the underground It might sound cliche but it's going down Don't be confused, shorty, this just how I talk I'm a pimp by blood, shorty, this just how I walk [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah, this that roundtable talk, Godfather speech Jewelry flashing, toast glasses to the mash And forever wanting mo, neva wanting less The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best [Verse 3: Smoke DZA] Yeah, it's the Russell Westbrook with the bars, I'm beyond killing 'em Y'all got no clue it's going down, nah Young Krizzle, double 8 spine busted the game I'm nature boy, Rick, Johnny, Bobby the brain Ain't no stopping the reign, this is forever, ho Get used to us, the goose is up outta here The competition is fucked Word to my nigga Spitta, ain't nothing up but us By any means necessary I don't need nice, I need legendary Longevity's the key And I won't stop going 'til I reach my peak You try and get nice, get your bread right Cemetery raps; dead nice, hahah No pork on my fork Food for thought it's that round table talk, motherfucker! [Chorus: Big K.R.I.T.] Yeah, this that roundtable talk, Godfather speech Jewelry flashing, toast glasses to the mash And forever wanting mo, neva wanting less The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best The secret to success, be the mother fucking best