[Intro] Yeah Granger talkin' (I seen it) Listen [Verse 1] Small town courthouse, cracked white paint Judge on the golf course, pockets all faint But the pills move quiet through the backroom door Kids in them churches, bodies on the floor Clerk got a cousin with a foreign plate Cop got a cabin by the interstate Everybody swearin' they protect and serve But they sip from the same stash, hand on the curve I kept every name in a notebook, folded Dates, deals, faces, all of it coded Watched 'em toast freedom at the ribbon-cut line While they sold that freedom for another thin dime [Chorus] So I wrote it all down to the Attorney General Every dirty handshake, every hidden chemical "These are my people, this is my state" Y'all playin' with their rights like a game at the gate Granger sendin' letters, tellin' on the powerful You forgot the poor man, thought he was forgetful But I seen what you done in the dark of this town Now the truth on record, and it's all spelled out (yeah) [Verse 2] Mama on the porch, sayin', "Boy, be safe" 'Cause folks round here vanish when they talk too straight Sheriff got a brother in the rehab biz But the rehab empty and the streets got kids DA smilin' big at the campaign brunch But the trunk stay heavy after Sunday lunch Contracts signed in a back booth late With a phone on mute and a side of hate I ain't no hero, I'm scared like you But scared don't mean I don't speak what's true They took our freedom, signed it in ink Gave us fear and a bottle, told us not to think [Chorus] So I wrote it all down to the Attorney General Every dirty handshake, every hidden chemical "These are my people, this is my state" Y'all playin' with their rights like a game at the gate Granger sendin' letters, tellin' on the powerful You forgot the poor man, thought he was forgetful But I seen what you done in the dark of this town Now the truth on record, and it's all spelled out (oh) [Bridge] If I don't speak, who gon' stand? (who gon' stand?) If I don't write, blood on my hands You call it snitchin', I call it care 'Cause they can't breathe with poison in the air [Chorus] So I wrote it all down to the Attorney General Every dirty handshake, every hidden chemical "These are my people, this is my state" Y'all playin' with their rights like a game at the gate Granger sendin' letters, tellin' on the powerful You forgot the poor man, thought he was forgetful Yeah, I lit that fuse, I won't back down Let the law come look at this crooked town (hey)

rap, Dark West Coast trap groove with Alabama male vocals and glossy K‑pop hooks; eerie bell lead over heavy 808s, stuttering hi‑hats, and distant choirs. Verses stay dry and close for confessional intensity, chorus blooms with stacked autotuned harmonies and a brighter synth pad. Occasional chopped vocal ad‑libs and drops to half‑time for drama before each hook., k-pop

Letters From Granger