check check check here i go again back on my grind just tryna climb never done a crime never had time but mentally in a cell for life had to cut ties stop the lies all these girls with thick thighs just tryna waste my time always acting like its a pantomime done the drugs dealt with thugs 18 years old tryna see that gold always told "get a job" "get a life" check thats part of the story how i never had glory dealing with depression this stupid obsession how she left with the heart right out my chest its a mess gotta confess shes was the best my ride or die carrying our pride despite all the allegations stupid decisions being real i just miss her just wish her the very best this is my story a little more you know me now you see its hard to roam these streets with a dark cloud and nasty sounds