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Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Flashbangs in the fridge
Guns on the crib pics
Kick doors
Break toys
Call that “statistics”
Badge on your chest
Fear in your clipboard
Tough in the vest
Shaking at the airport
You hunt names
I see neighbors
You chase papers
I see labor
You raid beds
We lose fathers
You clock hours
We count daughters
[Chorus]
You ain’t brave
You’re just armed
Hide your face behind that “law” on your arm
Cold hands
Colder heart
Tear a home apart
But every name you try to mark
Leaves a scar on your own damn heart
You ain’t right
You’re just loud
Big truck
Small soul
Fake proud
Cold hands
Colder heart
Tear a home apart
We remember every door you scar
You can’t deport who we are
[Verse 2]
You say “orders”
I hear “excuses”
You say “process”
I see bruises
Clipboard cowboy
Scared of a backpack
Terrified
Of a lunch pail and a knapsack
You raid at 5
We still rise at 6
You steal dads
We teach kids the tricks
You write threats
We write letters
You wear frost
We wear sweaters
[Chorus]
You ain’t brave
You’re just armed
Hide your face behind that “law” on your arm
Cold hands
Colder heart
Tear a home apart
But every name you try to mark
Leaves a scar on your own damn heart
You ain’t right
You’re just loud
Big truck
Small soul
Fake proud
Cold hands
Colder heart
Tear a home apart
We remember every door you scar
You can’t deport who we are
Details
GeneratedJan 30, 2026
Duration1:49
LanguageEnglish
Style
Aggressive underground hip-hop, male vocals, sparse eerie keys over a grimy drum groove, sub-heavy low end. Verses tight and pointed with clear diction; hook chanted and crowd-ready. Occasional distorted ad-libs and doubles on punchlines, final chorus stacked with gang vocals for maximum venom.
Credits
Prompt by
Ally
AllyModelAria v5
Prompt
Give me a song to talk shit about ICE agents
