S.R.S. (feat. Chalie Woodz & CAUTION)

Yeah, It's one of those Till I take my last breath I'ma keep it on a hundred till I ain't got nothing left Family over everything making sure my seeds straight Started from the bottom so I always scrape the plate Shit I might not see tomorrow can't be stacking up excuses Got no time for playing games i'm chunking up the deuces And when I need some peace of mind, I hop in the whip Cut on some shit like this, smoke round and round and sip, The world is getting so crazy, we in the last days Why when you change for the better, some people push you away Why they say they wish you well, but don't really mean it Success will show you some hidden hate, trust me I seen it Kiss my daughter everyday, and hug my son at night They the reason I keep pushing when I can't see the light Gotta maintain till your current situation change We gotta work twice as hard just to achieve the same Them excuses'll hold you back if them seed's get planted Life's a bitch, gotta deal with the cards I'm handed Lately a lot of loved ones been leaving this planet Everyday is a blessing, don't take one for granted Can't be looking for pity cause we all dealing with pain I do my best to cope and take all the stress off my brain My cousin said when COVID hit he just got extra vicious He rocked his mask all daily without looking suspicious I told him I love him, and I ain't one to judge Gotta get it how you live when you come from the mud Miss my mom and my pops, didn't expect it to end So when I say bye to family pray I see them again Thoughts like this'll keep you up at night 4am tossing and turning, I ain't sleeping right Melatonin ain't working, I need that other shit So I hop in the whip, smoke right around and sip Till I take my last breath, I'ma keep it on a hundred Till I ain't got nothing left, family over everything Making sure my seed's straight, started from the bottom So I always scrape the plate, shit I might not see tomorrow Can't be stacking up excuses, got no time for playing games I'm chunking up the deuces And when I need some peace of mind I hop in the whip Cut on some shit like this, smoke ride around and sip It's Charlie the plate scraper, Mr. Hater hater RTU we bout that paper Slab riding Omega, in the back playing Sega Car purple and gold, niggas think I'm on the Lakers But I don't play ball, I ball on tricks And you the type of nigga that's gon' spend it all on chicks And she the type to get the money then bring it back to me And now it's me her and your money getting blunted overseas Thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate You a fed nigga cooperating with the state We live by the code so no we cannot relate And we don't give no info so 5-0 don't got no case So stay the fuck out my face if you favor your life And keep your bitch out of my place and you can stay with your wife But she fuck with me the long way and you niggas better do what the songs say Or be easy or else it'll be a long day Okay, I'ma stand on the beers Keep it 100 for the fam and the kids Ground table reppin' shit, I am what I is Texas raised, Texas made, I'ma handle my biz Drip drippin' my paint, stains get big I swing then I swung, I'm hanging off a bridge Red dot scoping and when I'm aiming at your lid Coming through, banging screw, knocking paintings off your fridge The headlines got me feeling like there's no tomorrow I humbly pray, sanctuary's this Monte Carlo Memory lane, I find a way to forget it Thinking of my regrets while the set is on Machiavelli Alleged, let's pivot a new direction Nowadays no hand checkin, they quick to pull out a weapon Don't expect your death in a few seconds, best to deck it Mess with my family and I'm going to hell reverend Had to keep it steady when I had no food in my belly Got set with that fetty, I'm a heffy, drop that confetti Enough of that rhyming, I'm drifting off on a quarter dank, quarter drank Thinking bout when I got busted, I took a win against 10 niggas And I saw em all call 12, I knew they was a dime a dozen Had them taking that low road when they bailed out Don't even have to look at the ocean to see the sail out See, I survived when dead men were the friends of mine If they 40 and still alive, I would be surprised Hell, jealousy, even women might be that demise I guess that's why me and my brothers are three of a kind Real niggas go through that pain and that drama Loyalty runs dry, they let it rain with a llama It's looking a shame and feeling strange, why bother? Go the whole, four quarters, just a change for a dollar Till I take my last breath, I'ma keep it on a hundred Till I ain't got nothing left, family over everything Making sure my seeds straight, started from the bottom So I always scrape the plate, shit I might not see tomorrow Can't be stacking up excuses, got no time for playing games I'm chunking up the deuces And when I need some peace of mind, I hop in the whip Cut on some shit like this, smoke right around the sip