10 Graft Commandments

[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

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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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