[Intro]
Discipline, discipline

[Verse]
I show up like pupupup-pudup-pup-pudup-pup
Guess who just release the album of the year
I spent 2018 skygliding
I'm the type of loser who only wins
Hey-hey, hey-hey-hey
Kids, playing time is up, i just confiscated the Play
Too much porn, we’re unbalanced
We need girls to watch more to balance
Hey
I have a friend who spends his time benefiting of me
That mother fucker wouldn't share his 4G
He blackmails me saying he changed
Thanks to him, I have inspiration, thanks for making me sing
Lalalala, lalalalala
If your friend shit on everybody, it's that he does the same thing on you
I show up on stage like oooh
Why do I take the big head like that?

[Chorus]
Discipline, discipline, discipline
Discipline, discipline

[Verse 2]
Son of a bitch, don’t you understand that I'm sad
My brain in the air, it's a firework
I was a geek before the word even existed
When you can't enter even when you're on the list
It's difficult to remember that there is 2 was to burb
When my dick does everything to prevent me from thinking
I was rapping to hide, now, I dream of a B plan
French rapper friends, I won't miss you
Like wanting to blow someone randomly
Wanting to insult a too talkative journalist
Show up late at night in front of their house
At the hospital because of a star, make a wish, bastard
Just happiness, I'll maybe end my glass
Or maybe that it’s the opposite, he’s the one who will end me
I'll maybe end up on the ground, I’m neither fat, nor your brother
Stay polite, it needs to be done, it needs discipline

[Chorus]
Discipline, discipline, discipline
Discipline, discipline

[Verse 3]
An old fan told me: "You're too commercial"
I told him: "I don't know what it means, too commercial"
He said that when everybody likes it, it's too commercial"
I said "What do you do in life?", he said: "I’m a commercial" (ok)
I need to do myself violence (discipline)
These shit twittos have too much arrogance (discipline)
The old acquaintances take rapidly certitude (discipline)
It will get out, it's shortly the flea market (I teach tmade you swallowem discipline)
I come back like an ex who made you withstand (Allo?)
Shut the fuck up, I won my trails (he-hey)
My verses were better when the judge put them
Everybody's cool but it's strategic
I didn't know that getting blow would become pathetic
Before saying that all girls are evil
Stop meeting them in the vip squares (oh)
Vip square (oh), fish nets (oh), go ahead (oh), I'll get out fast (ooh)
I get in or I'll go crazy, it need discipline
Too much fucking leggings, too much fucking leggings
I try to stay loyal but there's too much fucking leggings
I fear the day when I'll lose my rigor
I'll fuck your bitch, she'll get in a Kinder (not cool)
Get in a Kinder (it doesn't mean anything)
It'll be the name of the single (rubbish)
Back then, I played singles (ok)
(Well played to myself)