Erick the Architect - 2-3 Zone

[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
I'm tired, gettin' 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 gettin' '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 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 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