I think much like another song “Anti-Matter” (that's also on the same album as this song), this one is also is inspired by a horrifying van crash the band experienced on Nov 3, 2022. This, much like the other track, sounds like it's an extension what they shared while huddled in the wreckage, as they helped frontman Garrett Russell stem the bleeding from his head wound while he was under the temporary effects of a concussion. The track speaks of where the mind goes at the most desperate & desolate of times, when it just about slips away to all but disconnect itself, and the aftermath.
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 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
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'
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 mini-van land
First time out on tour, never give 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 'em open
You see the vultures? You wear the wire like McNulty'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'
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 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
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'
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 mini-van land
First time out on tour, never give 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 'em open
You see the vultures? You wear the wire like McNulty'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'
Lyrics submitted by lilvillage
2-3 Zone Lyrics as written by James Blake Erick Elliott
Lyrics © HIPGNOSIS SONGS GROUP
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