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

Straw, 354, Ghost
Feel this, yeah

Let me break it down, I'm the nigga 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 nigga
P ain't the barber but your face, I can cut it nigga
Spent a half a million on the lawyer nigga
Extraordinary gentlemen, just like Tom Sawyer nigga, 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 niggas 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 niggas 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, nigga, the shit, so tell your men
And for my nigga 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, niggas 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 nigga, 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