[Intro]
You get me?
You hear what I said there?
I said, “the pen game’s cold, I’m an assassin with the wordplay
I slit the mic’s throat and now the speakers need first aid"
Fucking Bugzy Malone
2025, Nuketown
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[Verse]
These are the 10 graft commandments, step by step
I’m not Christopher Wallace, but I know success
And I know them roads, ‘cause I felt that stress
So walk with me through the valley of the shadow of death
I told them stage 1 was make it, maintain it
You know, make thе money, maintain motivation
Stage 2: turn your dedication to еlevation
When you come up off the pavement
Don’t expect congratulations
Me, I followed the commandments, now man say I’m an alien
Stage 3: don’t ever let the haters penetrate your cranium
I just have a reservation
If I’m not pacemaking
Then why do all these scruffy gangster rappers want my placement?
I really played the Hunger Games, I had to face starvation
Now they bring my second plate, no Bolognese gets wasted
I just kept it patient
Seen the infiltration
Envy in their eyes, I could never get complacent
In my nightmares, I fail so I wake up and bang weights
Until you’ve felt betrayal, you don’t know real heartbreak
Have you ever reached out for love and watched it pulling away?
Until the cardiac arrest put your heart in a cage?
Stage 4 is to become a mathematician with paper
You have to know the numbers, become a calculator
I remember when parking tickets used to fuck my days up
Money management, I really had to learn to save up
Stage number 5: ignore the discreditation
What speaks for itself doesn’t need explanation
It’s a dark day when a snake stabs your mate in the face
And you call it on forever
But none of us were clever
And now they say I’m milking the game like it’s my cash cow
First time I got smacked in my face, I couldn’t back down
I must have entertained the estate, they say I’m bad now
I think I’m stone cold the way the rap game gets smacked down
Forgive me if I’m overstepping, it’s an observation
Man are dirt broke acting like they’re ghost and never made it
Poverty gets dangerous
We had to break bread, and you already know the dance, stay connected to the bakers
When you first get paid, they say that you’re the inspiration
When the payments don’t stop, they turn up for their compensation
When they realise it’s wealth for more than a generation
They watch for their educations, take shots at your reputation
But it’s too late
Somebody tell them boys it’s too late
She used to live in Paris so I told them, “bring out cherries with the soufflé”
A king-size bed needs a queen under the duvet
I’m in pole position, there’s no opposition when your certi
I’ve seen clout-chasing turning gangsters hella thirsty
I’m a businessman but gangsters used to be my workmates
Back when police cells would turn a Wednesday to a Thursday
I still sell bars, but kilos was my first game
I ran for Usain, they couldn’t catch me in the first place
My pen game’s cold, I’m an assassin with the wordplay
I slit the mic’s throat and now the speakers need first aid
Aight, so the next stage is kind of complicated
‘Cause you can put in work for years and still be underrated
Them man had the sauce, but the sauce evaporated
Stage number 6: without discipline, you’ll never make it
Young boy, pedal bike, selling crack from a bag
Just tryna get the bag
Until he lost the bag
And his boss called up, he must have hit him with the blag
But when the blag didn’t work, the boss turned up at his gaff
Put a bullet through his belly and his back
I was sat in jail with him, man were laughing, said he smelt bad
I said, “while I’m in here, man can’t chat to him like that”
So I finished off my food and I walked him to his pad
He pulled his shirt up, showed me a colostomy bag
In his eyes, I saw what it was to be sad
It’s ironic ‘cause the bully was the real shitbag
Stage number 7: if you’re clever, don’t be sitting in no can
We counted 26 racks in the smelliest trap
Shotters on my mind, I was tryna be like Mad Max
Man with the cleanest hearts get stabbed in their back
And that’s why stage number 8 is to commit to the graft
These are the 10 graft commandments, I learnt them on my come-up
That means none of them are random
Put the beat in its feelings when I go off on a tangent
Stage number 9: out-grind everybody, be the last man standing
Stage 10: don’t ever let your dreams make you nervous
When many men wish death upon you like you’re Curtis
It’s clear that I’m here for a real purpose
'Cause they came up like I came up but they’re still in the circus
[Outro]
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