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Check In
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Check In was released on April 4, 2026 by KashTu Deep Records as a part of the album Sackk Season (Deluxe)
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Release DateApril 4, 2026
LabelKashTu Deep Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM139

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Joshua Robertson
Joshua Robertson
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joshua Robertson
Joshua Robertson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Joshua Robertson
Joshua Robertson
Engineer

Lyrics

Hold on, hold on (hold on, hold on)
What (what)
Lil Robbin ****
Probably finna pop my shit on this one ****
I've been popping my shit for a little minute and the blogs got me on they page
The pack is coming a little different, it might as well been laced
I walk like a general imma keep my pistol in the streets they call me mage
You ain't supposed to never back door your partner that be my main thing
Had to get out the trenches we steady be sining yeah I'll be robbing them ****
On my block, I am the dope boy, yeah I be popping them ****
I've been serving the boys the belt and they calling me, daddy ****
And I'm steady cooking the boys and I say my bag is bigger
And you know I ain't bapping **** and you know I ain't Kaepernick, seven
I ain't playing about this shit I'm saying I need to talk to the Reverend
No handouts, I didn't have no friends they left me on the back end
And this is my final warning you better tell them boys they gotta check in
I know some **** that come to they city, but can't ride in they city
And I know the ops be mad as hell cause they can't catch up with me
And I know some bitches realer than these ****, **** ain't that silly
And I know these **** be ruining these bitches cause they ain't cracking no titties
Fuck that I'll tell them to tap in, boy sling that iron that ratchet
In my hitter stay in the corner, an the Gfive they probably packing
On a drill, but still ain't mad yet
.223 Michael Jordan, choppers singing Michael Jackson
The way we blitz you would think it's madden
I know them boys ain't on it
I know them boys ain't tapped in
I know them boys ain't checking in money on my head but shit ain't hit yet
I'm bout my bread, my money
I'm bout to check you stunning
Can't check in with a dummy my trap open till the morning
I've been popping my shit for a little minute and the blogs got me on they page
The pack is coming a little different, it might as well been laced
I walk like a general imma keep my pistol in the streets they call me mage
You ain't supposed to never back door your partner that be my main thing
Had to get out the trenches we steady be sining yeah I'll be robbing them ****
On my block, I am the dope boy, yeah I be popping them ****
I've been serving the boys the belt and they calling me, daddy ****
And I'm steady cooking the boys and I say my bag is bigger
And you know I ain't bapping **** and you know I ain't Kaepernick, seven
I ain't playing about this shit I'm saying I need to talk to the Reverend
No handouts, I didn't have no friends they left me on the back end
And this is my final warning you better tell them boys they gotta check in
(**** gotta check in)
Written by: Joshua Robertson
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