Gotta

Break, break, break, break, break, break

Break, break, break, break, break, break

These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash

Everything, gold, now, now, now, now

You, me, two, just, break

Now the **** is older but not wiser

Plus the shine that he got now got him posing like Heisman

And the whole block watching that bling

Idolizing, describing the next move, digging his neck (Oh no)

DJ Battle (Stone throw) made his trunk corrode

When they see him, they firing shots

He aiming back to the block

He comes out for shows and tours and flows and occasional hoes

But these **** set him up with the bad one after the show

She even went back to his home, perfect

Two in the morning, the plan is to run into the left bedroom

With the cats still fucking, then dump one in him

Dump two in him, fuck it, dump 'em all

'Cause this is for the fallen dogs that didn't make it through the war

A couple more hours and this animosity

Then run through the door singing

Lord, bless my soul

The devil got my heart all cold

And everything's a hold now

Break, break, break, break, break, break

Break, break, break, break

These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash

Everything, gold, now, now, now, now

You, me, two, just, break

Time to break, they posted up watching the house like shh

Don't make no mistakes, be quiet when you open the gate

They walk with confidence to the door

Heard slow music playing through the walls

The doorknob's unlocked just like expected

They crept through the crib undetected

Peeping through the crack, they seen him and that bad one naked

They gave him three seconds (Three, two, one)

Kicked down the door, break

Fell to the floor, dude was slumped all in the corner

Hands up trying to block his face from the bullet closer

With his eyes closed, visions of retaliation

The murder, the drama, the life that he lived had no honor

He'd been served by karma, gotcha

For the homies that's gone, they popped 'em

Left him on the floor, then they robbed him

Lord, save them

Lord, bless my soul

The devil got my heart all cold

And everything's a hold now

Break, break, break, break, break, break

Break, break, break, break

These are the money, whips, bling, dough, weed, cash

Everything, gold, now, now, now, now

You, me, two, just, break

Yeah, people, it's your boy Jumpoff Joe Beezy

AKA Regular Joe BKA that dude Jersey stand up, we back

Shout out to all my dudes over there at Hip Hop Gang

Holler at your boy

Gonna be seeing a lot of Joe Butt material on here

In the following weeks and months to come

Hi haters, 201973, 908

Stand up, yeah