[Intro]
Trust fund rebels with their Gucci signs
Sipping Dom P while the real ones dying
Watch them pose for their Instagram lives
While my pops couldn't get paid, despite how hard he tries
[Verse 1]
Fake revolutionaries in designer clothes
Taking selfies while the tension grows
Y'all ain't never felt the struggle, just putting on a show
While my father played jazz clubs but couldn't get the dough
These college kids screaming 'bout the system's broke
But daddy's credit card keeps their lifestyle afloat
The irony's thick like the smoke in them clubs
Where black musicians got paid in empty love
[Chorus]
Performance activism, yeah that's the game
Champagne socialists calling out names
But when the real fight starts, they fade away
Living room radicals, that's all they'll stay
[Verse 2]
See them marching with their fresh-pressed signs
Looking clean like they ain't crossed no lines
My old man watched the same shit back in '69
Rich folks playing poor while they sipped their wine
Now they sample our pain like it's just for show
Turn our struggle to aesthetic, watch the money flow
But this ain't your fashion statement or your PhD
This is real life shit that you'll never see
[Outro]
So keep performing your rebellion, keep playing pretend
While real ones stay fighting till the bitter end
Your Instagram activism won't make no change
Just privileged kids playing at feeling our pain