Joe Scudda - Secret Lyrics

I kinda feel I don't get my just due
I say y'all trippin'
They say "it's just you"
I just chuckle, cause I'mma wait for my time
And I'mma blow the roof off this motherf*cker
Until then I'mma play the role, not the herb
So when it's my time to go
You just say the word
F*ck this that and the third
I'mma makin' my own lane
Heed my words or you can eat the curb
And I ain't acting
So you can bet your last buck boy
I ain't breathing if I ain't rappin'
I'm dead real with it i steppin' in the game
With a dollar and an attitude
And I'm still with it admit it
Joe shitted
On everybody you thought was hot
Homeboy so forget it
Ask about me, go and tell a friend
I'm the best kept secret
Let me tell you again

I'm the best kept secret
Shhhh, be quiet, don't leak it
Don't make a sound
Cause when I come through stuntin'
I ain't frontin'
Me and my team we lockin' shit down

I know it makes y'all sick
To know I'm still talkin' shit
Still holdin' my dick
And it's still the same clique
HOJ, that's the fam, get it right, we legit
You wanna throw me in the mix?
Don't be mad when you get played
In front of your chick
If Paul Wall got the 'net goin' nuts
Guess you can say I got
Them fools throwin' fit's
And everybody's in a frenzy they like
"Who is he?" "I don't know
But the boy get's busy" i don't play yo
I grind like I still hold a 9 to
5 so that's why they call me JO
And for the pesos, you don't wanna face Joe
A king ain't shit, hold up, I got an ace bro
And you can doubt me
But when I take yo' stash
Yo' ass gon' wanna know about me

So by now, f*ck a secret if you ain't know
I'mma have to let a motherf*cker feel it
You wanna act like
Every time I touch that mic
JO ain't f*ck around and kill it
Been in a video been on tours
Been on girls, prolly been on yours
Been overseas, came back to the 'Cac
See I been on The Shield
Talkin' shit to Vic Mackie with no album
And no deal lB helped but damn that boy real
I swear to God
If my swagger was money I'd be
Worth like three or four mil
So this year I won't stop till I pop
Numbers through the roof, haters on my jock
Your boy's sure shot and
This here's a warning
You Portland and y'all fools
Passed on Mike Jordan