False Idols

作词 : Mike Dean/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones

作曲 : Mike Dean/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones

Be careful who you call a god

I can't go without my pole and my rod

Sipped a cup and then I nod

Made 100 million, must be good at my job

I done made it out of the land of the brave

I can tell you shake my hands that it's fake

Free the guys, the ones who never made a statement

Slidin' with a Drake, I made it home safe

Baseball numbers on all of my contracts

Billionaire buddies, they all in my contacts

I get you hit on GP, they want nothing back

Made twenty million last month trying to run it back (Run it back)

Watches over like a god

It goes down, I'm the one they gon' blame

Gotta leave, where my soul, how I came

I know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chains

But I went through a lot for this money and fame

(This money and fame, this money and fame)

For this money and fame

I did a lot to get here? No comment

I put a lot in my ear, both of them

The 'Rari is fast as it gets, hold on

I'm about to take off, bear with me

I don't want beef with you niggas

My beef with the system, big bro at the end of his habeas

I talk to him daily, I told him he still coming home

I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin'

The money keeps coming, the feeling is great

I pay eight-figure taxes, no more Section 8

I was working my wrist, trying to see what it take

Made a thirty do sixty, the feeling's amazing

Now I can charge by the hour

A sixty minute set, they pay me a million, that's crazy

My diamonds really be diamonds, no shade

I'm going all in, no stopping, okay

Watches over like a god

Makes you hurt again so you can heal and say amen

We will change for you

We will die for you, mmm

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Be careful who you call a god

L.A. filled with fake prophecies

They hate it when you get on top

Magazines tarnish legacies

Can you tell me, how much do they cost?

A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me

Packing stadiums 'cause I'm a star

Bots can't buy box seats

If you ain't down, you an enemy

I got followers that'll kill for me

And they linin' up like a DMV

With the finest girls that you've ever seen

She's from California, she's sober lite

Diet Coke with a coke diet

She ride my face till my stash white

She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire

My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal

Talking guns, no rose, it ain't Coachella

I'm a goodfella, I'm a goodfella

Johnny Depp with the blow, I'm a good fellow

I'm in paradise, I'm in paradise

But these false idols got me terrified

I'm so terrified

I feel terrified

Life is war in the face of god

We still rockin' with the cameras off

She a femme fatale, she's a superstar

Even down to the way that she breakin' hearts

She ain't actin', I'm not an actor 'cause reality is what I'm after

Real emotions I'm trying to capture

Suck my soul up like the rapture

Don't remember my lines, but I'll cut up these lines

Rumors that you heard about me is right

Even startin' to believe all their lies

I'm even startin' to believe all their lies

So terrified

In this paradise

I'm so terrified, oh

Watches over like a god

Oh

Makes you hurt again so you can heal and say amen

We will change for you

I need it, oh

We will die for you, mmm

Ooh, ooh, ooh

He is coming

He will find her

He will fix her

To make us better, ooh

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Like a god in the sky watching over you

Put your heart in his hands and you'll be brand new

Like a god

Like a, mmm

Like a god