Secret

[Verse One] 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 motherfucker Until then I'mma play the role, not the herb So when it's my time to go, you just say the word Fuck 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 [Hook] {x2} 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 [Verse Two] 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' fits 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 J.O 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 [Hook] [Verse Three] So by now, fuck a secret If you ain't know, I'mma have to let a motherfucker feel it You wanna act like, every time I touch that mic J.O. ain't fuck 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 L.B. 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 [Hook]