[LYRICS] M.I Abaga ft. Bucky Raw – The Commandment

D, he pretend

But that niggas gon snitch on you

He praying that you and shorty end

But here’s how you catch em

You and shorty do a test

Let her approach your niggas

Tell them that you giving stress

A real nigga gon say nothing and hit you quick

But the fuckboy be like “I hate it when he acting like a duck”

[Hook: MI Abaga]

I swear this industry it’s be a lot boy

Only few niggas as solid as a Roc(k) boy

A lot of shht you see will have you shocked boy

Only 1 commandments never ever fuck with any fuckboy

Avoid the fuckboys, iyanma fuckboys there’s so many fuckboys

So many fuckboys don’t know that they’re fuckboys

There’s only 1 commandments never ever fuck with any fuckboy

[Verse 2: MI Abaga]

Rule number three if you are the richest in the squad

Real niggas are gon be happy that you getting bags

The fuckboys say they happy but trust me he’s really mad

So never flaunt your wealth especially up on the gram

Here’s how you know who could trust with the account

Get someone to call your niggas to book you for an amount

Let that nigga tell him to silently take a cut

If your niggas agree, then your niggas is fucked

And rule number four, that’s the day one rule

See fuckboys always find a way to separate the crew

Your real niggas try to fix the squad, we the glue

And fuckboys wish it was only them and you

So here is the litmus, pick your oldest friend in the squad

And y’all should fake a fight, let them witness

Later ask them other niggas, what they really think

Anyone who talk down your guy that nigga stink

Ya heard

[Hook: MI Abaga]

I swear this industry it’s be a lot boy

Only few niggas as solid as a Roc(k) boy

A lot of shht you see will have you shocked boy

Only 1 commandments never ever fuck with any fuckboy

Avoid the fuckboys, iyanma fuckboys there’s so many fuckboys

So many fuckboys don’t know that they’re fuckboys

There’s only 1 commandments never ever fuck with any fuckboy

[Verse 3: Buckyraw]

Iyaminyan!

I’m industry number one hated

Cause I don’t fake it

They only make it cause fuckboys is getting them naked

So I’ll be damned to sell my ass to go sell me some records

My mama taught hang my cost where my arms could measure

I’m underrated but nigga, it’s what I’m built for

This the type of shht my homies ride and die to kill for

Crime unit DTs been got the [?]

They feel me more without me selling out to feel more

The first Liberian globetrotting on billboards

I was throwing Diddy my tapes outside the [?] court

Nobody else as dope, giving you a head nod

African ass whooping, hope your doctor’s give you a head tie

You social beefing on the net but really anti

I was frying grams of that candy without the camp fire

Your fuckboy, your girl want me in her guts boy

Thinking you the shht, since potty training I could flush boy

Fuckboy