False Idols - The Weeknd/Lil Baby/Suzanna Son
Lyrics by：MIKE DEAN/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones
Composed by：MIKE DEAN/Suzanna Son/Abel Tesfaye/Dominique Jones
Produced by：MIKE DEAN/The Weeknd
Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sipped a cup and then I nod
Made a hundred million must be good at my job
I done made it out 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 nothin' back
Made twenty million last month tryna run it back
Watches over like a God
Run it back
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 'em
The 'Rari is fast as it gets hold on
I'm about to take off bear with me
I don't wanna 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 comin' home
I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' ****
The money keeps comin' the feelin' is great
I pay eight-figure taxes no more section eight
I was workin' 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 minutes set they pay me a minute that's crazy
My diamonds really be shinin' no shade
I'm goin' all in no stoppin' okay
Watches us 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 ah-huh
Yeah-yeah
Be careful who you call God
L.A. filled with fake prophecies
They hate it when you get on top
Magazines tarnish legacies
Can you tell me how much did it cost
A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for me
Packin' 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 from California she's so realigned
Diet Coke with the 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
Talkin' guns no roses 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'm so terrified
Life is war in the face of God
We still rockin' when 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's what I'm after
Real emotions I'm tryna capture
Suck my soul up like the rapture
Don't remember my last lines but I'll cut up these lines
Rumors that you heard about me is right
Even startin' to believe all they lies
Even startin' to believe all they lies
So terrified in this paradise
I'm so terrified oh
Watches us over like a God
Oh-oh oh
Makes you hurt again
So you can heal and say amen
We will change for you
We will die for you ah-huh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-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 brandnew
Like a god
Like a mmm
Like a god
