| You follow these you live forever |
| Nathaniel London |
| Never |
| Rule number one: Don’t be trusting a thot |
| Probably holdin' your yute and still rock with the opps |
| A pretty face an evil one, I know the pussy wet, nails fleek |
| But just know who you breedin' son she fuckin' your associates Fucking all your |
| mates |
| And when you’re like Kweng, she probably fuck you 'cause you’re bait |
| Not all girls are bad but most of them ain’t straight |
| She was a goodie back then but couple years and shit changed (Bad) |
| Rule number two: Never trust in a yute |
| Probably worse than a chick, they’ll either bun or rob you |
| Same yute you grew up with’s probably slapping at your hat |
| I know it sounds mad but on my life, this is facts (True) |
| Doin' you a favor now they actin' like you owe man |
| The road’s mad, your friend will shoot you with your own strap |
| Go jail, they’re probably diggin' at your own yat |
| See man do some real shit, man it’s so mad |
| Rule number three: Don’t underestimate G’s |
| You can get aired out by a kid or a neek |
| I know that she’s cute and her face is sweet |
| But if you mad her one day, that’s your life or your Ps |
| Rule number four: Never thought what you saw |
| Always trust in your gut, see signs, don’t ignore |
| Rule number five: Nigga, try stay alive |
| See your pride and your name ain’t proportion to your life |
| So if yutes catch you lackin', move your legs and just stride |
| Tomorrow is another day, catch 'em by surprise |
| When you’re going on a glide, grease up your 9 |
| I heard man bang-bang ting jammed and they died |
| Rule number six: Never talk to them pigs |
| Don’t act like a bitch, bro you signed to this shit |
| Any more than no comment, then you’re lookin' like a snitch |
| And if you talk too much, watch your words get twist |
| Look, rule number seven: Don’t be tellin' man your next moves |
| The roads are clean so every steps like a test move |
| You better mind out how you’re fuckin' with some next yutes |
| They’re saying that they love you but they ain’t got you how they’re meant to |
| Rule number eight: Don’t forget about your mates |
| Invest in the real and on the journey, drop the fakes |
| Look, rule number nine: Keep your family safe |
| And every time you’re comin' home, put food on the plate |
| Can’t even lie, it was always 'bout the bread |
| If it’s not makin' money then it don’t make sense |
| When you got a clean run, be smart and invest |
| This be the most important, that’s why it’s number ten |