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