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Lyrics
[Intro]
Suit and tie
Same old script
Gold on wrists
Red on lips (yeah)
[Verse 1]
Boardroom killers
Smile for the cameras
Shake those hands
Then ship out hammers
Ink on paper
Turns into borders
Rich get richer
Bodies in order
They toast champagne
While the sirens sing
Count that gain
Let the chaos ring
They sell us flags
Like they sell us debt
Play god with lives
Never lose a bet
[Chorus]
They start the war, we pay the price
Blood on their balance sheets, they roll the dice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
They lie on screens
We die off-screen
They start the war, we pay the price
Cash in the coffins, they sleep so nice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
Our broken bones
Their bottom line
[Verse 2]
Promise peace
Then they pump that fear
Vote one day
Gone all year
Half-truth headlines
Spun like silk
Brown skin, red sand
White lies, spilled milk
They sign deals
While the families pray
Turn kids to numbers
Filed away
They sell my future
For a weekend yacht
How much a soul?
They already bought
[Chorus]
They start the war, we pay the price
Blood on their balance sheets, they roll the dice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
They lie on screens
We die off-screen
They start the war, we pay the price
Cash in the coffins, they sleep so nice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
Our broken bones
Their bottom line
[Bridge]
Who names the enemy?
Who draws the line?
Who signs the order
Then says “we’re fine”?
Who walks away
When the smoke still climbs?
Same cold faces
Same old crimes (yeah)
[Chorus]
They start the war, we pay the price
Blood on their balance sheets, they roll the dice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
They lie on screens
We die off-screen
They start the war, we pay the price
Cash in the coffins, they sleep so nice
Power and money, that’s their paradise
Our broken bones
Their bottom line
Details
GeneratedFeb 26, 2026
Duration2:44
LanguageCS
Style
rap, Dark aggressive trap beat with distant stabbing string quartet and a haunting solo violin line in the hook; verses lock into a sharp, double-time vocal pocket, ad-libs echoing in a wide stereo field. Chorus opens up with layered gang vocals and rising 808 glides, violin soaring on top for a cinematic, confrontational feel. Male vocals, gritty and close-mic’d, with occasional pitched-down doubles for menace., pop rock, ballad, latin pop
Credits
Prompt by
BeLikeBobo
BeLikeBoboModelAria v5
Prompt
Agresivna trap pjesma na engleskom ,violina u pozadini. Tema politicari koji samo lažu i pocinju ratove kako bi se obogatili. Ne zsnima ih tudji zivot . Zele samo moć i novac .
