S.R.S. ft. Chalie Woodz & CAUTION Lyrics

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