[Intro] (siren wail fading into low 808) Lights in the mirror… Already too late. Rollin stop. [Chorus] Cause of the stop could be nothin’ at all, Dirty cops, marked tires, warrants on the wall. Checkpoint ahead, expired papers in the glove, Gangs in the shadows or badges that don’t love. One wrong move and the whole night turns black, Violence on the pavement, no turnin’ back. Rollin stop, every second a threat, Pray you walk away… most don’t get that yet. [Verse 1] Blue lights flash, heart rate spike, “License and registration” — voice like a knife. Could be a broken taillight, could be the way you look, Could be they already ran the plate before they even took. Dirty ones smell fear like blood in the water, Askin’ questions they already know the answer. Marked tires from last week still sittin’ on the car, Expired registration, now you’re under the bar. Warrants you forgot, or ones they swear exist, Hands on the wheel, don’t reach, don’t twist. Checkpoint up the road, no way around, Everybody’s a suspect when the system’s the hound. [Chorus] Cause of the stop could be nothin’ at all, Dirty cops, marked tires, warrants on the wall. Checkpoint ahead, expired papers in the glove, Gangs in the shadows or badges that don’t love. One wrong move and the whole night turns black, Violence on the pavement, no turnin’ back. Rollin stop, every second a threat, Pray you walk away… most don’t get that yet. [Verse 2] Gangs roll deep when the block goes hot, Or the ones with the badge actin’ like they’re not. Either way the outcome look the same in the dark — Somebody’s on the ground, somebody’s leavin’ a mark. They say “step out,” you already know the script, Hands visible, voice calm, still might get gripped. Tyre type stories play on repeat in the head, Severe beatin’, internal bleedin’, left for dead. No body’s safe when the power’s unchecked, Paperwork wrong or attitude they “suspect.” Four minutes feel like forever when the lights stay red, Every second stretchin’ while you calculate what’s next. [Bridge] (beat strips — distant radio chatter + heavy 808) Everything that could go wrong… Already lined up. Cause. Cops. Gangs. Checkpoint. Tires. Papers. Warrants. Violence. No clean exit. Just the stop. [Verse 3] I seen the videos, I heard the names, Same story different city, same deadly games. You can follow every rule and still end up wrong, ’Cause the system don’t care if your paperwork’s strong. Dirty ones protect their own, clean ones look away, Gangs got their codes, badges got their play. Four minutes of hell stretched across a lifetime, One traffic stop can rewrite the whole bloodline. So when them lights hit, you already know the score — This ain’t a warning ticket… this is war. [Chorus] Cause of the stop could be nothin’ at all, Dirty cops, marked tires, warrants on the wall. Checkpoint ahead, expired papers in the glove, Gangs in the shadows or badges that don’t love. One wrong move and the whole night turns black, Violence on the pavement, no turnin’ back. Rollin stop, every second a threat, Pray you walk away… most don’t get that yet. [Outro] (siren fading, 808 dying out) Rollin stop. Lights still on. Engine off. …Stay alive.
