[Verse 1]
Designer fits at protest lines
IPhone 13, perfect time
To catch that angle, post that sign
While daddy's money keeps me blind
Second gen, but first in line
For bottle service, feeling fine
While others march through tear gas shine
I'm planning which club to find
[Chorus]
Fake rage, real Gucci
Trust fund revolutionary
Streets burning while we party
Heritage sold for Bacardi
Fake rage, real pain
Ancestors spinning in their graves
Playing both sides of the game
While my people carry chains
[Verse 2]
Club lights flash like police cars
Sipping Dom P between the bars
My friends all rock their Supreme scars
While real wounds never heal their marks
Mother tongue forgotten quick
Replace it with this bougie shit
Scene kids calling me authentic
While I'm just another statistic
[Bridge]
Blood money in my veins
Cultural cache for the fame
Screaming "f*ck the system" loud
While benefiting from the crowd
[Outro]
Fake activist, real fool
Breaking rules inside the rules
Designer rebellion, that's my tool
Living proof we've been played for fools
Truth hurts when you're caught between
What you are and what you seem