At the Cleaners

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Look—
[Verse 1]
You flex labels like it gives you rank
Talking big culture but your mind’s still blank
Rent-a-personality, receipt still stapled
You ain’t self-made, you just well-branded
Talking down like I’m beneath your feet
But you cosplay rich on a credit streak
You read trends, I write my fate
You chase clout, I generate
You sip champagne, nose in the sky
I spit truth, no suit, no tie
You talk circles, never say shit
I say one line, whole room lit
[Pre-Chorus]
You judge my fit, but miss the plot
I got substance, you got a screenshot
[Hook / Chorus]
Sorry! My Prada's at the cleaners!
Along with my hoodie and my “fuck you” flip-flops, you pretentious douchebag!
I don’t dress for your gated scene
I wear attitude, raw and unclean
Yeah— sorry! say it mean when I snap
You can keep your status, I’m good with the facts
[Verse 2]
You gatekeep taste like it’s sacred law
I break the rules, kick the door off
You talk art but fear the risk
I bleed on beats, you polish lips
Your whole persona bought in packs
Mine came from nights I couldn’t relax
You wear money, I wear nerve
Earn my place, don’t beg for curves
You got followers, I got spine
You chase approval, I outrun time
You rehearse laughs, fake applause
I drop truth, let it cause a pause
[Pre-Chorus]
You see my flaws, call it lack
I see your mask, see straight through that
[Hook / Chorus]
Sorry! My Prada's at the cleaners!
Along with my hoodie and my “fuck you” flip-flops, you pretentious douchebag!
I don’t bow to your champagne swag
I stand ten toes in what I have
Yeah— sorry! if the truth hits bad
I don’t need your world, never wanted that
[Bridge]
No logo can buy conviction
No price tag saves bad intentions
You dress success, I live resistance
Difference? I don’t need permission
[Final Chorus / Outro]
Sorry! My Prada's at the cleaners!
Along with my hoodie and my “fuck you” flip-flops, you pretentious douchebag!
Say it loud, let it echo back
This ain’t fashion week, this facts on wax
Mic drop, leave a dent in your bag
Yeah— sorry about that, you pretentious douchebag

Gritty boom bap rap with sharp punchlines, vinyl crackle attitude, anti-elitist bars and classic head-nod swagger, male