Discipline (feat. Styles, Bully, Snipe & Straw)

Straw, 354, Ghost

Feel this, yeah

Let me break it down, I'm the **** to ride or die, homie

Two guns up or they're either on my side, homie

I ain't first base so I won't let you slide on me

I ain't Great Adventure so I won't let you ride on me

You opened your mouth but believe I can shut it ****

P ain't the barber but your face, I can cut it ****

Spent a half a million on the lawyer ****

Extraordinary gentlemen, just like Tom Sawyer ****, yeah

Bust the rifle from far away

And I'm still tryna figure the triflest part of day

Is it morning when the fiends cop

Or is it noon when the willies wake up from they dream ock

Or is it night time when we all grind till the green come

I'm smoked out with a machine gun

I'm in something all black, know I'm always on the lean son

Steady lookin' for the cream, huh

And I'm probably with a bad bitch

But I'm usually for delf, where I'm headed where the cash is

When you come through the hood, get a pass like Steve Nash kid

Cause shit thicker than molasses, get blasted

They say you only really as good as ya last rhyme

So I make sure my next one bring back time, uh

So **** can reminisce when they last had shine

Through my lines see that's heart felt

Make a cold heart melt

Grind ain't for everybody, homie, get a new route

Re-in with the same shit, you only see the same shit

Calm through them shoot outs, my **** did the same shit

And they bang fist and they don't care who you came with

Me, I just happen to spit and got a knack for flippin' packs on the strip

Turnin' rags to chips

Put that hawk in your face 'fore I squeeze my clip

I don't clap back, I pop first, read my lips

354, ****, the shit, so tell your men

And for my **** P, I'm puttin' it in 'til this shit end

You know what it is, one for the block, two for the team

Screaming "Two guns up" while I'm strippin' your gleam, yo

Ever since Straw small truck the Mercedes

You'd think that I'd be dumpin' a pump

The way it drives the streets crazy

The flows crack, 60 for a verse is a pack

And 16 keep the fiends comin' back

It got me where I can't be without my hard hat

Teflon long sleeve and a large gat

Heat seekin' shells, attract to your body heat

And even bullet time couldn't help you dodge that

It's too easy, **** can't handle my beef, it's too greasy

500 SL Benz with three TVs

Narc scope radar lens with green screens, built in beams

And some eagles in the trunk with the money and caine

Tryna figure out the best route, boat or the train

Cause with laden on the ground, feds watching the planes

It's them Arliss boys at it again, immaculate chain

Comin' to box the S, knockin' A Tribe Called Quest

I'm comin' for you bad guys like I'm Elliot Ness

I'm with the host, The Ghost

We gave you Coast to Coast, it's 354, bitch you're supposed to know

I got it, you get it, you pay it, I spray it, you with it

Ain't never been a time in my life that I couldn't get it

Still got my eye on the prize, still in the hood with them guys

Still got the hood and gloves, the ski mask for disguise

Motherfuckers been hatin', you ready to dance with Satan

The Rugers cocked, I'm patiently waitin'

P, just gimme the word, on these herbs that's my word

Mail his head to his mom in a jar that's preserved

Hannibal Lector style ****, dinner served

Still got birds with curves that move birds

Gucci frame Donna Karen bitches, that's nerds

Get in where you fit in, motherfucker, that's my word