This is one of the more l… Read Full Bio ↴“FAKE” is the seventh track on SATURATION.
This is one of the more laid-back tracks on the album. This song is most likely titled “FAKE” because it is about how the music industry doesn’t allow artists to say what they want, and so most famous musicians have fake personas that they have to keep. Their voices are all distorted to further represent this. The repetitive motif of “don’t say that” in the song is the industry, in general, dictating what is and isn’t allowed to be said.
FAKE
BROCKHAMPTON Lyrics
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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
The lyrics of BROCKHAMPTON's song "FAKE" are bold and confrontational. The chorus of the song, which is repeated throughout, mentions someone hitting the rapper on his cellular phone and the singer responding by providing "dope" to those who need it. The verse discusses the danger and violence that exists in the rapper's community of H-Town, where he claims that he will "single [you] out" and that "South-side niggas put a hole in your house." The lyrics suggest that the rapper is tough and unafraid of confrontation, as he warns others not to talk to him or "flex too hard" lest they end up dead.
The second verse seems to focus on the rapper's success and talent, as he references Master P and how he is not easily controlled or influenced by others. He claims to be a master of his craft, working in a factory to create something valuable. The verse also references drugs and money, as the singer describes getting paid and having "gold on [him] like it’s alchemy." The final verse seems to be dedicated to sexual exploits and bravado, as the rapper describes having sex with a partner and bragging about his sexual prowess.
Line by Line Meaning
Yippy Yay Yippy Yay
An expression of excitement or happiness
Hit me on my cellular phone
Call or text me on my mobile phone
I'll be right back with the dope
I'll return shortly with drugs
I know you niggas need some more
I know you want more drugs
Take that shit from me some more
Take more drugs from me
I just need to be alone
I need to be by myself
Nigga talk shit?
Are you talking bad about me?
I'll single you out
I'll confront you directly
If you've got a problem we can figure it out
If there's an issue, let's resolve it together
I'm from H-Town, but the gold in my mouth
I'm from Houston, but I have gold teeth
South-side niggas put a hole in your house
People in the south side of town will shoot up your house
A hole in your spouse
They may also harm someone you're close to
Better think twice before you open you mouth
Be careful what you say
It's getting real close to the first of the month
Time is running out and bills are due soon
Niggas hit licks, bit of gas in the blunt
Gangsters commit robberies and smoke weed
Send em to the dock gotta open them up
They need to unload their stolen goods
Niggas load guns in the back of the truck
They're preparing for violent acts
Niggas chase money 'til they laced with gold
They will do anything to get rich
Gotta get a gun for your hateful foes
For protection against their enemies
Flex too hard and your casket close
If you flaunt your wealth, you may end up dead
You don't want your momma come and get you from the morgue
You don't want to die and shame your family
Tall white T, blood on the floor
A reference to gang violence
Oh, don't say that
Don't say something offensive
I feel like Master P
I feel like a successful rapper
I ain't gonna say they lame, no one try to master me
I won't talk bad about others because I'm too good for them to criticize me
I'm getting tested, tested, but nobody passing me
I'm facing challenges but coming out on top
That sugar coated shit don't need them extra calories
I don't need fake compliments or false encouragement
Ace in the machine, that's why we work inside the factory
We have a secret weapon, that's why we work hard
Pull up my phone display, like it's a gallery
I show off my wealth on my phone
Go and get your salary
Go get paid
Gold on me like it's alchemy
I have lots of gold, like turning something to gold
Gave them niggas the battery
Gave them energy or motivation
When they witness the mastery
When they see how skilled I am
Don't say that, don't talk to me, we don't play that
Don't be disrespectful to me or my crew
They got shot for me, and they idolize, like it's pottery
People are willing to die for me and they worship me
Got a squad full of fucking oddities, I got squash, apricots, and broccoli
My group is made up of unusual people and I have a variety of drugs
We turn weird shit to a commodity
We make money off of unusual things
I'm on a odyssey for real quality
I'm on a journey to find genuine quality
I look like a Somali pirate (don't say that!)
I have an unusual appearance
Failed middle school and college (don't say that!)
I didn't do well in school
Daddy say I'm an asshole (don't say that!)
My father has a negative opinion of me
Dick complexion of a Backwoods (ew, don't say that)
My penis looks unappealing
She take me, dry as the Sahara
She has sex with me until she's dehydrated
After she get in that Casa Merlyn
After she drinks alcohol
I was in that mouth like flouride
I was in her mouth like toothpaste
That pussy tight, as a hair tie
Her vagina is very tight
Scrunchie, I'm so horny baby, bitch your house, pussy baby
I'm very horny and want to have sex with you
When I get the munchies I still, I don't share roaches baby
When I get hungry, I don't share my weed
Rolling with the good haircut Bum with a good haircut
Being around someone with a good haircut is important to me
Mattress and magic dick
I'm very good in bed
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Ameer Vann, Clifford Simpson, Dominique Simpson, Isaiah Merriweather, Jabari Manwarrir, Russell Boring, William Wood
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