2-3 Zone

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang (whoa)
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang
Yeah
Gang, gang

Feel alone got a mind full of fury with a mouth full of jewelry
I don't flex 'em, I don't stress 'em, all sections getting wet up
Loud black man, boy, you know we getting fed up
Finally, economy is climbing for me
Hopefully, they try to get a sponsor from me
I'm tired getting down every time I'm defeated
Hear the voice in the background, we delete it

Gotta get in line with the bro mane
There's no getting round when if gon' bang
Instead, we getting high, we get more bank
When I cash out, I'll get the gold chain
All gas with a little tank, bet you can't thank it
I'm counting Ben Franklins
Money dripping like paint chips
Formation, and the job I do is thankless

Uber driving to the makeshift, vacation
And the grind don't stop I would never get enough, get enough
Get in line, if you gotta give it up
I been drinking white wine with my pinky up
So boughie
But I'll still eat a two piece low when a nigga off duty
I'm unruly, a boo not a groupie
Spend my last dollar on the zone like a 2-3, 2-3, 2-3

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Gang, gang

Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits build, build
Sitting on a mill, mill

Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits build, build
Sitting on a mill, mill (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I'm a renegade, syndicate for the money clip, I be running shit
Me and James like the wonder twins
Hit the stage with the gun in hip
Hit a lick, hit or miss, lemme guess
This'll get, this'll get, ignorant
Dividends spend when the minivan land
First time out on tour never a got damn
Always put on my mans, still pursuing my plans
I'm a student by chance, still doing my dance

Dance and you niggas not focused
Make you bow down to the sultan
I been approached bitch, I got them open
You see the vultures?
You wear The Wire like Mcnaughtly's the culprit
Another dosage of real emotion
The Black Moses, money woes make 'em preach to the pulpit
Fuck that, when a nigga ice frozen
'Cause I'd expose him and they all know it's over

Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits build, build
Sitting on a mill, mill

Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits build, build
Sitting on a mill, mill

Loddi, doddi, chill, chill
Something kinda ill, ill
I get by for real, real
I could probably kill bill
Drive it, drive it, steal, steal
I got time to kill, kill
All my profits build, build
Sitting on a mill, mill



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Writer(s): James Blake Litherland, Erick E Elliott
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