Discipline Lyrics

(Okay, gonna go harder than ever ever ever than you ever seen haha)

Fuck all them kids who think they're bad

This aint no sneak diss

It's been a few years since

I been taking a grip of that bag

(uh)

All of them other rappers

All them other hoes

They can take another load

'Fore I fold

I'm on a come up

The haters been stuck

Waiting for Scotty boy to come back home

I know they missing the raw energy

Man the trap metal scene

Been missing a foe

Grew up in London

Moved out to Brighton

Lost all my friends

They think I'm ghost

Once another year go by of this shit

I think I'm cancelled

Want me broke

Yet I'm still standing in front of the hoes

Of the community that sold they soul

You cannot tell me that life aint a joke

You cannot tell me that life aint no joke

Born and raised as a fuckin' winner

I hope that god will keep me close

I know I been through a lot

But it built me into the man

You're seeing at shows

Who said I can't rap?

Who said I can't flow?

Who said I can't fold when the pressure blows?

I wanna fuck

I aint no time to be no bum

I wanna bust

All of these bullets

All of these caps all from my gun

All of these bands they don't mean shit

Never needed a grade to get my funds

Mixing these drugs up in the air

'Cuz I can't seem to have no fun

(ahh)

Find out

Find out

Find out

What you did

Find out

Find out

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What you did

Like

I'm tired of fighting or hiding

Residing in this bullshit violence

In a world where I can't seem to get my point

Across the sightings

Is it me?

Is it him or her?

Fuck this shit

Got my visa flying

Got too many problems here

Imma take that flight

Where I wanna reside in

You see the potential in me baby

Never switch up lying

When we get to fighting

Come to disagreements

Don't wanna see you crying

This buzz is everlasting

Don't wanna wake up in the morning light

'Cuz right now I'm so high

I wanna get so rich or die

(fuck)

Fuck all them kids who think they're bad

This aint no sneak diss

It's been a few years since

I been taking a grip of that bag

(uh)

All of them other rappers

All them other hoes

They can take another load

'Fore I fold

I'm on a come up

The haters been stuck

Waiting for Scotty boy to come back home

I know they missing the raw energy

Man the trap metal scene

Been missing a foe

Grew up in London

Moved out to Brighton

Lost all my friends

They think I'm ghost

Once another year go by of this shit

I think I'm cancelled

Want me broke

Yet I'm still standing in front of the hoes

Of the community that sold they soul