10 More Commandments (feat. Diddy)

Soon as they let me eat, knew the streets was my expertise

I kept discreet contacts with my connect, so they let me eat

A rapper, but I was a drug trafficker 'fore I left the streets

These ten more crack commandments, Frank White, rest in peace

Number twenty gotta be to make sure that you count the money

Singles and fives under hundreds, we call that bankroll a dummy

I been on both sides of that, made a smooth relationship ugly

When dealin' with a true connect, my first goal is get you to trust me

Nineteen is don't ever burn the plug, dawg, that's silly shit

I had to mention it since this one wasn't on Biggie list

He knew y'all would have a hard time comprehendin' it

I mean, riskin' six figure business for pennies is kinda ridiculous

Eighteen, you better test that work before you buy it

Yeah, of course, they gon' say it's fire, but you know these niggas be lyin'

Me and Fonz was OT with eighty racks, but that's on the driver

Drove back with the money 'cause when the fiend tried it, he up and denied it

Seventeen, take care of the people around you

They only appreciate how you value loyalty when they eatin' beside you

You a worker, the boss wouldn't be here without you

You do the dirty work from the first to the thirty-first, but I see they forgot you

Sixteen hard for niggas, but you gotta stack

You got some racks, soon as your name started buzzin', you got attached

You should be spendin' that money on re-in' up and not in Saks

It's only cool bein' dressed in designer if your dollars match

Fifteen a good one, listen, most people confused

How we spend our money on whips and jewels, they think we fools

Went from a drug dealers view, buy a Benz or a chain or two

Go broke then sell everything, in a week, you'll be back like new

So basically, fuck all that spendin' on clothes and trickin' on hoes

Only buy shit that can be sold

'Cause you gon' need a plan B if your trap phone startin' to get cold

If somethin' happen to your plug and your bills startin' to get old

Fourteen, just lead by example, nigga

'Cause you could be richer, but my hand don't equal triple the financial difference

Thirteen tricky, B.I.G. couldn't even approach it

When he was slingin' and totin', this wasn't even a focus

No social media postin', greedy emotions

Niggas chase fame and not the money, that's broke shit, y'all be on ho shit

Rule number twelve, I know this one a little too well

Stand for somethin' or fall for anything, respect is like a shell

You gotta go wherever this shit takin' you if you for real

Play for keeps, use your steel, and hopefully, you shoot to kill

Eleven the most important, somewhere on our way, we lost it

Tossin' rocks at prisons, married the game, it's hard to divorce it

From a hustler to another, not to interfere with your business

But since I'm here for this one, I gotta be crystal clear with you niggas

The first chance you get, you better get out this shit

Them old stories how you was gettin' dough won't amount to shit

Can't feed your child with it when they come wearin' jackets with alphabets

Look around, the smart hustlers the only ones 'round here rich

Get out the game, rap niggas, hope y'all don't get no ideas

You gotta live the way I lived to talk the shit I just did

Ten more crack commandments, ah

Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah

Check this out, it's all in the mindset, you know

It's all in the mindset

You can't judge people for how they got it

My daddy used to be a hustler, you feel me?

But, like, we a different generation, a different time

We ain't gotta repeat the past, the crack era

And do what we did before, you know what I'm sayin'?

We one of the world's most valuable commodities

That's Black culture, baby

We all legal now

We just gotta stick together and unify

Fuck all the bullshit, get back to love, that Black love

You know what I'm sayin'?

We are the original man, the Black man is God

And the Black woman gave birth to the Black man

You can imagine what she is