Fetty Ten

I'm way too gone, wat the fuck am I doing

Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing

It's the ten Fettyy commandments, what?

Homeboy can't tell me nothing about this fetty (uh-huh)

Can't tell me nothing about this fetty, this crystal, for my hustlin' homeboys, ya feel me

Homeboys in the bandos and trailer parks I ain't forget you homies word is bond

My point by point Boys word up ya feel me

This top Ten will save ya from the pen

been surviving this shit for years, made me an animal

There's rules to this shit, I wrote y'all a manual the official step-by-step guide to get Your train on track, not your dome piece wacked or cuffed from the back

Step one under no circumstance no matter the fiend or sickness should you ever tooter up alone no sir Never in a million years it cause loved ones tears don't forget it

Step two never let those busters know

How much dough you hold, 'cause you know

Blue faced green backs breed jealousy 'specially

If that man fucked up and desperate, set yo' ass up to get jacked or worse

Step three, never let 'em know your next move

Thought y'all knew us righteous move in silence and violence?

Take it from a real O.G. who done peeled mad caps off those cats for their ends and spends

Step four, never trust nobody yea it's a tough one

Even yo closest pal will set yo ass up, properly gassed up

Hoodied and masked up, shit, for a fast buck may be in the bushes to shake yo ass loose

Step five, we all heard this before

Never get high off your own bag but I stress never cop yo sack from a non dabber or yo shit will taste like tires and popcorn

Step six, never transact no fett where you lay at

No matter if they want a ounce, tell 'em bounce

Step seven mutha fucking credit a front? Dead it

think a fett head paying back, shit chalk it up

Step eight this advice is so underrated

Keep yo friends, family and fetty bizz completely separated

Fetty and friends never mix like two dicks with no bitch

Find yourself in some serious shit take it from me

Step nine should be number one to me

If you ain't gettin' bagged, stay the fuck from cops

If homeboys think you snitchin' they ain't tryna listen

They be sittin' in your kitchen, waiting to start hittin'

step ten, a strong word called consignmet

Strictly for live men, not for bozos

If you ain't got the clientele, say "no thanks"

'Cause they gon' want they money rain, slee, snow

Follow these steps you'll touch mad bread to stack up

If not, you'll be deader than a door knob or locked deep away whilst your homeboys getting sloppy toppy from yo wifey. how serious is yo life take it from me these steps will save you. You own personal narcan

don't blame me Don't blame the game if we win or we lose

Don't know why, don't seem true

Did everything right, but didn't make it through

We follow our hearts, but life, don't follow these steps

Live it up but pay close attention in out