Lyrics Discipline - Larry June

Ay, check it out, man
You lack, you lose, you gotta stay on your toes, for real
Good job, Sledgren (Sledgren)
The port of San Francisco, nigga
Let me talk to you for a minute

I be always at the bank, I never see you niggas (I never see you niggas)
So much money in this safe, I need a camera in it (I need a camera in it)
Low-key, thirty days in this Honda Civic (uh, sock it to me)
Two hundred K in a month, bitch, I gotta get it (ay, ay, ay)
Four whips paid off, that was somethin' slight (that was somethin' slight)
Fuck your record deal, bitch, hoe, you see this ice (fuck 'em)
This really me in real life, you just rap about it (rap about it)
And if this shit don't work, then I'll trap about it (tap in)

Tryna snatch a nigga chain, then I'll clap about it (nigga, off top)
I'm not a SoundCloud rapper, bitch, I'm really 'bout it (for real)
Next year, I'm coppin' somethin' with a water fountain (big house)
I live in San Francisco, bitch, you better check 'em prices (you better add it up)
Not a flaw in my diamonds, ask Isak 'bout me (nigga, VVS)
You never see me in the city, I'm always on the flight (I'm always on the flight)
If them numbers on point then we can go tonight (off top)
Send that trackin' number and put it on a flight, what's happenin'?

It's seven in the mornin', I thank God for wakin' up (wakin' up)
Thirty day run, get ready, then roll up (let's run it up)
The more L's I take, the more that I do numbers (I do numbers)
No matter how much money I make, I stay humble
Discipline, yeah, (man) man
No matter what, nigga, you gotta have discipline (nigga, discipline)
Straight up (for real), yeah
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Check my bank statements, yeah, I gotta triple that (for real)
I'm always by myself, 'cause these girls'll hold you back
And it's vice versa, niggas'll do the same (for real)
You majorin' in minor things, livin' for a chain (damn)
I need that real estate in Sausalito's on the gang (gang)
All my credit card's paid off, ain't shit changed (for real)
I never ask for favors, bitch, I'm self-made (I'm self-made)
Don't compare me to no industry nigga, we not the same (for real)

I never fuck random hoes, 'cause baby, this dick golden
If you see me with some snow, fo' sure, the bitch goin'
She got a trick in San Ramon, and his wife'll never know it
Spittin' scriptures like a poet, I really lived it, you a phony
And I don't hang out in the 'jects, I got a bird eye's view
And all my gun's registered, so I'm ridin' with two (two piece)
And I don't wanna be famous, I just want four more Coupes (more Coupes)
Like number four on Colorado, my lil' bro go stupid, what's happenin'?

It's seven in the mornin', I thank God for wakin' up (wakin' up)
Thirty day run, get ready, then roll up (roll up)
The more L's I take, the more that I do numbers (good job)
No matter how much money I make, I stay humble (I stay humble)
Discipline, yeah, man (for real)
(You better stay on your toes, for real)
No matter what, nigga, you gotta have discipline
(Nigga, don't buy that whip yet, stack up a lil' more)
Straight up, yeah (you'll get it)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay (discipline)