Lyrics of '10 More Commandments (feat. Diddy)' by Benny The Butcher

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