False Idols

[Intro: The Weeknd]

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[Verse 1: 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, 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 (Run it back, run it back, run it back)

Watches over like a God

It goes down, I'm the one thеy gon' blame, gotta leave, whеre 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, 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 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

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 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 goin' all in, no stoppin', okay

[Chorus: Suzanna Son & The Weeknd]

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)

[Verse 2: The Weeknd]

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 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 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 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 lines

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

[Chorus: Suzanna Son & The Weeknd]

Watches over like a God (Oh-oh-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

[Outro: Suzanna Son]

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-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, 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-mhm-mm

Like a God