Lyrics

Vero Luxe? More like Vero Lucky, 'cause your whole career’s just industry puppy-chuckin' money
Fake deep, fake sleek, fake streaks in your rhymes
Bet you scared of your own shadow, that’s why you stay in line.

Told the world you built a legacy from scraps and pain
Funny how your ghosts got pen marks on your name
Talk a lotta real but your tracks stay fiction
Your whole brand’s just industry diction.

[CHORUS]
Say you built it, but it ain’t your grind
Fake deep, just a headline
You just pose while we real-time
Whole life stuck in a co-sign.

Bet you scared to spit raw, bet you scared to slip flaws
That’s why your rhymes got shine but never got claws
You flex aesthetics like it’s heaven-sent
But nothing sticks if it’s all just rent.

You post deep quotes like you born enlightened
But every verse just repackaged, slightly tightened
Say you broke the mold, but your mold’s just borrowed
You ain't a leader, just a puppet they follow.

Mirror, mirror, tell me who you see
Vero Luxe or just a product they screen?
Pre-packaged, bar-coded, spit 'em out clean
Ain’t no scars in your story, just a Hollywood scene.

You stay talkin’ roots, but your garden is plastic
Every verse airbrushed, every struggle elastic
Bet you rehearse pain 'til it sound cinematic
Ain’t a tear in your art, just a check in your tactics.

What’s real ain't rehearsed, ain't designed to sell
You ain’t a rebel, just a puppet that fell
Shine on the surface, hollow inside
You ghost your own depth just to fit the tide.

[Outro]
Say you built it, but it ain’t your grind
Fake deep, just a headline
You just pose while we real-time
Whole life stuck in a co-sign.