Check the Lock ​clipping.

[Verse 1]
Hood used to check for him when he'd pull up flexing
Now he check under the hood 'fore he start the engine
Came out the stash house, something didn't smell right
He on the ground trying to look up in the tailpipe
Mighty fall for a mighty man
Had a manicure, now it's dirt and oil on his hands
Staying low as he scrambles to the car door
Glad it's just a short trip to the condo
No signal, head on a swivel
Hand on the center console with the pistol
Tinted black, got the window right
Always shoot the gap at the yellow light
Bag of little yellow pills for thе nerves
But it makes it еven worse when the Xannys don't work
And he panic, ears ringing, when you call, he can't hear you
Every seven seconds, eyes back up in the rearview

[Chorus]
Something in this room didn't used to be
Gin bottle to the face, can't fool a G
Laughing at him, he ain't ever scared, though
But he check the lock every time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
Check the lock every time he walk by the door
He run the motherfucking city, yeah, they know
But he check the lock every time he walk by the door