The Secret

[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