Lyrics BEST KEPT SECRET - Amoneygreen

Real niggas fake niggas
Yeah I hope you know the difference
Kill the competition dead
And I won't leave a witness
You ain't on what I'm on
Then it's best you keep your distance
Best kept secret
Exactly what the games been missin
I pray for my forgiveness
Tryna run it up with the quickness
Walk it like I talk it
And I talk it so explicit
Too much money on the line right now
And I can't miss it
Too much money on the line right now
And I can't miss it

In this game you either win with winners
Or you gon' lose with losers
I don't sit around and watch
I always been a doer
Super super solid
Show me another nigga truer
I'm the shit just like manure
Still gutter like the sewer
Ballin' in New York
Jalen Brunson Julius Randle
And if I cross a nigga
I won't lose the handle
It's a T on her bag
H on the shoes and sandals
When you stylin' on niggas like this
Just know they can't stand you
Jump in the V I'm doin' the dash
Launderin' G's, movin' the cash
Stay down don't be usin' the stash
I ain't tryna move all stupid and crash
This is the year that I kick down the door
A keep it P
Don't trip bout a hoe
Your bitch can tell that I'm lit by the glow
Spliff after spliff
Piff by the O
A better than all these artists
Yeah, bitch I said it
I think it's bout time a nigga get his credit
They bootleg your style and put it on Reddit
I'm in too deep, I'm stuck in this shit, I'm feelin' embedded

Gettin paper was a hobby then I turned it to a habit
Ain't focused on bein' famous
I'd rather be established
When you down at your lowest
A bitch will have you feelin' average
I turned off my feelings
And turned on my savage
I'ma play this game
And I don't care if they make it fair
I don't think they can fuck with me,
Let me make it clear
Amoneygreen on the charts
Yeah I'ma make it there
Always chillin' but ready for whatever
We can take it there

Real niggas fake niggas
Yeah I hope you know the difference
Kill the competition dead
And I won't leave a witness
You ain't on what I'm on
Then it's best you keep your distance
Best kept secret
Exactly what the games been missin
I pray for my forgiveness
Tryna run it up with the quickness
Walk it like I talk it
And I talk it so explicit
Too much money on the line right now
And I can't miss it
Too much money on the line right now
And I can't miss it

This goes out to you and a lot of artists
You're not an artist
That's Styles P
You're not the hardest
Niggas still worried if you gon' drop them charges
Don't make me pop out at a pop-up
And pop an artist
Don't think you safe in that in-store
You spun a block already twice
But we gon' spend some more
Way before I was the man
I've been that boy
So send the raw
A Pyrex and a dinner fork
Scrape the side of the pot
Get the extras
Get the testers
Cuz sometime they come with different measures
I'm Andy Petite in New York
They say I pitch it better
And my wife like Rihanna
Cause she just kiss it better
Bitch you better say my name right
Don't miss the letter
These new niggas cap
I came up in a different era
I like my bitch vanilla
Like I'm dark too
And I'm a champagne pourer
A white Zinfandeler