FAKE by BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics Meaning – The Search for Authenticity in a Counterfeit World
Lyrics
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Nigga talk shit?
I’ll single you out
If you’ve got a problem we can figure it out
I’m from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth
South-side niggas put a hole in your house
A hole in your spouse
Better think twice before you open you mouth
It’s getting real close to the first of the month
Niggas hit licks, bit of gas in the blunt
Send em to the dock gotta open them up
Niggas load guns in the back of the truck
Niggas chase money ’til they laced with gold
Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes
Flex too hard and your casket close
You don’t want your momma come and get you from the morgue
Tall white T, blood on the floor
Oh, don’t say that
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
I feel like Master P
I ain’t gonna say they lame, no one try to master me
I’m getting tested, tested, but nobody passing me
That sugar coated shit don’t need them extra calories
Ace in the machine, that’s why we work inside the factory
Pull up my phone display, like it’s a gallery
Go and get your salary
Gold on me like it’s alchemy
Gave them niggas the battery
When they witness the mastery
Don’t say that, don’t talk to me, we don’t play that
They got shot for me, and they idolize, like it’s pottery
Got a squad full of fucking oddities, I got squash, apricots, and broccoli
We turn weird shit to a commodity
I’m on a odyssey for real quality
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
I look like a Somali pirate (don’t say that!)
Failed middle school and college (don’t say that!)
Daddy say I’m an asshole (don’t say that!)
Dick complexion of a Backwoods (ew, don’t say that)
She take me, dry as the Sahara
After she get in that Casa Merlyn
I was in that mouth like flouride
That pussy tight, as a hair tie
Scrunchie, I’m so horny baby, bitch your house, pussy baby
When I get the munchies I still, I don’t share roaches baby
Rolling with the good haircut Bum with a good haircut
Mattress and magic dick
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
Hit me on my cellular phone
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I’ll be right back with the dope
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
I know you niggas need some more
Take that shit from me some more
I just need to be alone
In the hyper-connected era of digital personas and manufactured lifestyles, BROCKHAMPTON’s ‘FAKE’ emerges as a raw examination of authenticity. The track serves as a candid soundtrack for modern disillusionment, a lyrical journey through the façade of today’s society.
The hip-hop collective, known for their unorthodox approach to music and storytelling, navigates the murky waters of realness versus pretense. With each verse, they question the nature of truth in a world where everything can be faked, from street credibility to emotional expression.
The Allure of Authenticity in a Plague of Fakes
At the crux of ‘FAKE’ lies BROCKHAMPTON’s interrogation of what it means to be genuine. Their verses engage in a dialogue with an audience entrapped in a social media mirage, where filters distort reality and everyone vies for virality rather than validity.
The song dissects our collective yearning for something real amid artificiality. Through a blend of gritty beats and candid lyrics, BROCKHAMPTON forces us to consider if the images we project match the identities we truly inhabit.
Deciphering the Hidden Codes of Struggle and Aspiration
‘FAKE’ not only confronts external perceptions but also delves into personal battles with imposter syndrome and self-doubt. The lines vocalize a universal struggle between presenting an impenetrable façade and confronting the vulnerability that connects us as humans.
The members of BROCKHAMPTON don’t shy away from expressing their own insecurities, reflecting on past hardships and their desires for success. This honesty becomes a beacon for listeners navigating similar emotional landscapes.
Of Gold and Gunshots: Imagery that Packs a Punch
The song’s imagery is rife with contrasts – from the portrayal of opulence to vivid depictions of violence. These stark visuals force the listener to oscillate between the allure of wealth and the grim realities that often accompany its pursuit.
Through metaphors of ‘gold in my mouth’ and ‘blood on the floor,’ BROCKHAMPTON presents a cinematic look at the price of living a ‘fake’ life, one that may glitter on the surface but is fraught with danger and consequence.
Ambitious Rhymes on the Cost of Fame and Affluence
BROCKHAMPTON’s verses brazenly tackle the theme of ambition, with references to Master P and the transformative power of gold akin to alchemy. Yet, there’s an undertone of warning about the corrosive effect of this hunger for recognition and material gain.
The song does not merely criticize; it serves as a reflective piece on the sacrifices made for fame. The troupe acknowledges the seductive pull of becoming a figure that others ‘idolize like it’s pottery,’ while knowing that such admiration is fickle and ephemeral.
Memorable Lines that Echo Long After the Beat Drops
‘Don’t say that’ – this recurring phrase punctuates the song, imploring both speaker and listener to reconsider what’s shared and perceived. It’s a call to filter the noise, to distill the essence of our stories from the fiction we’ve spun around them.
The rawness of verses like ‘Daddy say I’m an asshole’ and ‘I was in that mouth like fluoride’ confront the brash, unfiltered inner monologue we often hide. By inserting such lines, BROCKHAMPTON weaves a tapestry of the unsaid, championing a fearless authenticity.
