2-3 Zone Songtext
von Erick the Architect

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 n off duty
Im unruly, a boo not a groupie
Spend my last dollar on the zone like a 2-3, 2-3, 2-3


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

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 mini van 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 n not focused
Make you bow down to the sultan
I been approached b 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 n 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