Routine Check 2.0

Lyrics

[Intro: Owura Nyanin] ILL BLU The good thing with the cameras these days, right Is that criminals show their truce better than their oath [Chorus: Owura Nyanin] Not another routine check We didn't take this route to be checked It sounds like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps What d'you mean routine checks? We didn't take this route to be checked It feels like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps [Verse 1: Kofi Hanson] Your hands dig inside our black Stan Smiths Search whips for packs and sticks I wonder why a black man's pissed with somе gang-gang shit You routinely check what us man do on the routinе Wanna know what, where, when, who's been And nine times out of ten it gets peak Run, feds, blunt, Jake's bunt UBO Couple middle fingers up to the constable I attempt two nines, said he ain't got time These cuffs on my wrists feel uncomfortable BLM, BLM Don't piss me off, you see me on ends We told you before on our debut So don't chat to man like we been friends [Chorus: Owura Nyanin] Not another routine check We didn't take this route to be checked It sounds like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps What d'you mean routine checks? We didn't take this route to be checked It feels like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps [Verse 2: Sneakbo] Look, look, it's the feds I'm running from them, they want me in pen Put us in cuffs, knee on my neck RIP, George, tell me who's next I wanna know, when will it stop? They just keep pulling up on the block Tell me take off my shoes and my socks So I tell 'em I'm black and a boss I'm legit, I don't wanna be stopped I don't want you to put me in cuffs Count your cases, I pray that I'm bust But anytime I see feds I'm dust, yes Yes, I know my rights I know I'ma be out by tonight CPS ain't got nothin' on me Free the brothers, I'm back on the streets, gang, gang [Chorus: Owura Nyanin] Not another routine check We didn't take this route to be checked It sounds like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps What d'you mean routine checks? We didn't take this route to be checked It feels like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps [Verse 3: Owura Nyanin] Lord forgive me if I black out This needs more than a hashtag's worth Choose the deathly words paramount But there's nothing worse than a balck hearse So let's judge you all, and you racist cops That's for gettin' on my damn nerves See we've had enough of tazers and Glocks And knees on necks, it don't' damn work Just because I've got a black whip With a black queen, she's got a black purse She wants to spend on her black ink She got a black up, we know her damn worth This BLM, BLM 'Til I cough up phlegm I told you before on my debut So who you talkin' to like we're all friends [Chorus: Owura Nyanin] Not another routine check We didn't take this route to be checked It sounds like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps What d'you mean routine checks? We didn't take this route to be checked It feels like you routinely check Black youths in hoodies and creps