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Lyrics
[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)
Details
GeneratedFeb 19, 2026
Duration2:51
LanguageEnglish
Style
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
Credits
Prompt byLofiBanger163
ModelAria v5
Prompt
Granger.Telling on public officials. To the Attorney General.What he found out about the drugs and people their rights and their freedom West Coast beat, Alabama rapper voice, k-pop, trap
