2-3 Zone

Lyrics

[Intro] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Gang, gang (Woah) Yeah, yeah Gang, gang Yeah Gang, gang [Verse 1] 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 gettin' wet up Loud Black man, boy, you know we gettin' fed up Finally, economy is climbin' for me Hopefully they try to get a sponsor from me Tired gettin' down every time I'm defeated Hear the voice in the background, we delete it Gotta get in line with the bro man There's no gettin' 'round if you don't bang 'Stead, we gettin' 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 countin' Ben Franklins Money drippin' like paint chips Formation And the job I do is thankless Uber drivin' 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've been drinkin' white wine with my pinky up So bougie 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 [Interlude] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Gang, gang [Chorus] La-di-da-di, chill, chill Somethin' kind of ill, ill I get by for real, real I could probably kill Bill Drive it, drive it, still steal I got time to kill, kill All my profit build, build Sittin' on a mill', mill' La-di-da-di, chill, chill Somethin' kind of ill, ill I get by for real, real I could probably kill Bill Drive it, drive it, still steal I got time to kill, kill All my profit build, build Sittin' on a mill', mill' [Verse 2] I'm a renegade, syndicate for the money clip I be runnin' shit Me and James like the Wonder Twins Hit the stage with the gun in hip Hit a lick, hit or miss, let me guess This'll get, this'll get ignorant Dividends spend when the minivan land First time out on tour, never give a goddamn Always put on my mans, still pursuing my plans I'm a student by chance, still doing my dance Dance, you niggas not focused Make you bow down to the sultan I've been approached, bitch, I got 'em open You see the vultures? You wear the wire like McNulty, the culprit 'Nother dosage of real emotion The Black Moses, money woes make 'em preach to the pulpit Fuck that, when a nigga ice frozen 'Cause I expose him and they all know it's over [Chorus] La-di-da-di, chill, chill Somethin' kind of ill, ill I get by for real, real I could probably kill Bill Drive it, drive it, still steal I got time to kill, kill All my profit build, build Sittin' on a mill', mill' La-di-da-di, chill, chill Somethin' kind of ill, ill I get by for real, real I could probably kill Bill Drive it, drive it, still steal I got time to kill, kill All my profit build, build Sittin' on a mill', mill' La-di-da-di, chill, chill Somethin' kind of ill, ill I get by for real, real I could probably kill Bill Drive it, drive it, still steal I got time to kill, kill All my profit build, build Sittin' on a mill', mill'