10 Graft Commandments

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[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 Check this one now Listen Aye [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] Ah Glxtch, Glxtch, Glx-Glxtch