Banksy's Hymnal Video (MV)

[Intro]
Trust fund kid with a microphone
They say I ain't real, but they don't know my soul
Silver spoon still tastes like metal
When you're fighting demons in a modernist villa

[Verse 1]
Daddy's money bought me everything but street cred
Battle scars from verses that left my ego dead
That old head in the cipher broke me down
Called me fake, but f*ck it, I wear that crown
Sampling folk songs from my grandma's vinyl
While popping Adderall, feeling suicidal
Nordic beats meet trap, yeah, I'm crossing lines
Cultural vulture? Nah, I'm redesigning

[Chorus]
Upper class outcast, yeah, that's what they call me
Privileged past haunts me, but it can't stall me
I ain't apologizing for where I'm from
But I'll turn this pain into platinum, watch it run

[Verse 2]
Holmberg taught me how to bend these notes
Now I'm bending truth in these designer coats
Studio breakdown, three days straight
Trying to prove I'm real, but maybe that's fake
Got a view of the city from my parents' deck
While I write about struggle, what the f*ck did you expect?
Yeah, I'm different, that's my f*cking strength
Converting comfort into art at any length

[Bridge]
They say I'm Banksy with a beat machine
Rich boy playing poor in this hip-hop scene
But authenticity's just another mask we wear
And I'm done pretending that I even care

[Outro]
Trust fund kid with a microphone
Finally found my truth in this comfort zone
Silver spoon, yeah, I'll melt it down
And pour it in these beats till I drown