The Weeknd, Lil Baby, Suzanna Son - False Idols Lyrics

Be careful with who you call a God
I can't go without my pole and my rod
Sip the 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 hand, that is fate
Free the guys, the ones who never made a stage
Slidin' with a Drac', I made it home safe
Baseball numbers on all of my contracts
Big and them buddies, they all on my contacts
I get you hit on GP, they grow nothin' back
Made twenty million last month, tryna run it back
(Watch us over like a God) (run it back, run it back, run it back)
It goes down, I'm the one they gon' blame
Gotta leave with 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 'bout to take her back 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 comin' home
I just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shit
When money keeps comin', the feelin' is great
I pay eight figure taxes, no more section eight
I was workin' my wrist tryna see what it take
Made a thirty to sixty, the feeling's amazing
Now I can charge by the hour, sixty minutes
Say they pay me a minute, that's crazy
My diamonds really be shinin', no shade
I'm goin' all in, no stoppin', okay

Watch 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 aligned
Diet Coke with the coke diet
She ride my face with my stash watch
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 good fella, I'm a good fella
Johnny Depp with the blow, I'm a good fella
I'm in paradise, I'm in paradise
But these false idols got me terrified
I'm so terrified, I'm so terri-
Life is war in the face of God
We still walk in when the cameras off
She a femme fatale, she 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 tryna capture
Suck my soul up, like the rapture
Don't remember my last line, man I cut up these lines
Rumors that you heard about me is right
Even startin' to believin' all they lies
Even startin' to believin' all they lies
So terrified in this paradise
I'm so terrified, oh

Watch us over like a God (oh-oh, oh)
Makes you hurt again
So you can heal and say amen
We will change for you (I need 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
And make us better, ooh

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Like a God in the sky watchin' over you
Would you hide in his hands and you'll be brand new?
Like a God
Like a God
Like a God