False Idols (with Lil Baby, Suzanna Son)

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 Drac', I made it home safe Baseball numbers on all of my contracts Billionaires buddies, they all in my contacts I get you hit on GP, they want nothin' back Made 20 million last month, tryna 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 'em The 'Rari is fast as it gets, hold on I'm 'bout to take off, bear with me I don't wanna beef with you n- 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' sh- The 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 30 do 60, the feeling's amazing Now I can charge by the hour A 60minutes set, they pay me a million, that's crazy My diamonds really be diamonds, no shade I'm goin' all in, no stoppin', 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, ah-huh (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 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 sober lite Diet Coke with the - diet She ride my face 'til my stash white She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire My n- 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 -, 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 feel terrified Life is war in the face of God We still walkin' 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's, what I'm after Real emotions, I'm tryna capture Suck my soul up like the rapture Don't remember my lines, but I'll cut up these - Rumors that you heard about me is right Even startin' to believin' all their lies I'm even startin' to believin' all their lies So terrified in this paradise I'm so terrified, oh Watches 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 Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Like a God in the sky watchin' over you Put your heart in his hands and you'll be brand new Like a god Like a, mm Like a god