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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benny the Butcher
Benny the Butcher
Vocals
Diddy
Diddy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeremie Pennick
Jeremie Pennick
Songwriter
Eliot Dubock
Eliot Dubock
Composer
Sean Combs
Sean Combs
Songwriter
Thomas Paladino
Thomas Paladino
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Daringer
Daringer
Producer
Beat Butcha
Beat Butcha
Producer
Eddie Sancho
Eddie Sancho
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ayo, make my shit sound godly Like that Butcher comin', nigga (Griselda) I'ma tell you like this (I graduated out the streets) It's all in your mindset (yo) Let's go, be free Soon as they let me eat, knew the streets was my expertise (uh-huh) I kept discreet contacts with my connect, so they let me eat (uh-huh) A rapper, but I was a drug trafficker 'fore I left the streets These ten more crack commandments, Frank White, rest in peace (ah) Number 20 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 (I did) When dealin' with a true connect, my first goal is get you to trust me (uh-huh) 19 is don't ever burn the plug, dawg, that's silly shit (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 (stay down) 18, 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' (I know, I know) Me and Fonz was OT with 80 racks, but that's on the driver (2-30) Drove back with the money 'cause when the fiend tried it, he up and denied it (uh) 17, 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 31st, but I see they forgot you (not me) Sixteen hard for niggas, but you gotta stack You got some racks, soon as your name started buzzin', you got attached (chill) You should be spendin' that money on re-in' up and not in Saks (real estate) It's only cool bein' dressed in designer if your dollars match (real estate) 15 a good one, listen, most people confused How we spend our money on whips and jewels, they think we fools (let me break it down) 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 (mhm) 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 (damn) 14, just lead by example, nigga 'Cause you could be richer, but my hand don't equal triple the financial difference 13 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 12, I know this one a little too well Stand for somethin' or fall for anything (anything), respect is like a shell (uh-huh) You gotta go wherever this shit takin' you if you for real (why you doing what you doing?) Play for keeps, use your steel, and hopefully, you shoot to kill (brrt) 11 the most important, somewhere on our way, we lost it Tossin' rocks at prisons, married the game, it's hard to divorce it (uh-huh) From a hustler to another, not to interfere with your business (nah) But since I'm here for this one, I gotta be crystal clear with you niggas (uh) The first chance you get, you better get out this shit (nigga) Them old stories how you was gettin' dough won't amount to shit Can't feed your child with it (at all) when they come wearin' jackets with alphabets Look around, the smart hustlers the only ones 'round here rich (yeah) 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
Writer(s): Sean Combs, Jeremie Scorpio Pennick, Thomas A. Paladino, Eliot Peter Phillip Dubock Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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