[Intro]
Daddy's little pills in their designer purse
Rehab's just a vacation when you got the funds first
[Verse 1]
Trust fund babies poppin' Xans like candy
Instagram their "recovery" looking all fancy
Meanwhile downtown fiends can't catch a break
System's rigged, their freedom's what's at stake
Behind the counter watching this shit play out
Rich kids get clean while poor kids get knocked out
My pops taught me 'bout these pills they take
Same ones that got the hood locked up, what a damn take
[Chorus]
Clean and sober, hashtag blessed
Designer rehab, you passed the test
But you ain't fooling me with that fake-ass stress
When real ones suffering, you just play dress
[Verse 2]
Porão crowd looking squeaky clean
Talking 'bout their demons like it's some movie scene
Y'all ain't never had to hustle for your fix
Just daddy's credit card and some therapy tricks
I seen both sides from behind that glass
Prescriptions hitting different based on your social class
São Paulo streets tell a different tale
When you broke, addiction puts your ass in jail
[Bridge]
All these pretty faces with their pretty lies
Turn their pain to content, get them social likes
While the real ones struggle, can't afford to heal
Your recovery's just a story, mine's f*cking real
[Outro]
So post another selfie from your cushy bed
While real addicts wonder if they'll wake up dead
Your struggle's just performance art
Mine's written in scars, straight from the heart