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