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Use A− / A+ para ajustar a leituraFalse Idols (feat. Lil Baby & Suzanna Son)
Be careful with who you call a GodI can't go without my pole and my rodSipped a cup and then I nodMade a hundred million, must be good at my jobI done made it out the land of the braveI can tell you shake my hands that it's fakeFree the guys, the ones who never made a statementSlidin' with a drake, I made it home safeBaseball numbers on all of my contractsBillionaires buddies, they all in my contactsI get you hit on gp, they want nothin' backMade twenty million last month, tryna run it back(run it back)Watches over like a GodIt goes down, I'm the onе they gon' blameGotta leav, whеre my soul, how I cameI know it look lit when I'm rockin' these chainsBut I went through a lot for this money and fame(This money and fame, this money and fame)For this money and fameI did a lot to get here? No commentI put a lot in my ear, both of 'emThe rari is fast as it gets, hold onI'm 'bout to take off, bear with meI don't wanna beef with you niggasMy beef with the systemBig bro at the end of his habeasI talk to him dailyI told him he still comin' homeI just hope he don't think I'm just sayin' shitThe money keeps comin', the feelin' is amazingI pay eight-figure taxes, no more section eightI was workin' my wrist tryna see what it takeMade a thirty do sixty, the feeling's amazingNow I can charge by the hourA sixty minutes setThey pay me a million, that's crazyMy diamonds really be diamonds, no shadeI'm goin' all in, no stoppin', okayWatches over like a GodMakes you hurt againSo you can heal and say amenWe will change for youWe will die for you, ah-huh (yeah-yeah)Be careful who you call GodLA filled with fake propheciesThey hate it when you get on topMagazines tarnish legaciesCan you tell me, how much do they cost?A hundred mill' ain't a stretch for mePackin' stadiums 'cause I'm a starBots can't buy box seatsIf you ain't down, you an enemyI got followers that'll kill for meAnd they linin' up like a dmvWith the finest girls that you've ever seenShe from California, she's sober liteDiet coke with the coke dietShe ride my face till my stash whiteShe got chrome hearts on with the black attireMy niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metalTalkin' guns, no roses, it ain't coachellaI'm a good fella, I'm a good fellaJohnny depp with the blow, I'm a good fellaI'm in paradise, I'm in paradiseBut these false idols got me terrifiedI'm so terrified, I feel terrifiedLife is war in the face of GodWe still walkin' with the cameras offShe a femme fatale, she's a superstarEven down to the way that she breakin' heartsShe ain't actin', I'm not an actor'Cause reality's, what I'm afterReal emotions, I'm tryna captureSuck my soul up like the raptureDon't remember my last lineBut I'll cut up these linesRumors that you heard about me is rightEven startin' to believin' all their liesI'm even startin' to believin' all their liesSo terrified in this paradiseI'm so terrified, ohWatches over like a God (oh-oh, oh)Makes you hurt againSo you can heal and say amenWe will change for youWe will die for you, ah-huhOoh-oohOoh-oohOoh-oohHe is comingHe will find herHe will fix herTo make us better, oohOoh, ooh, oohOoh, ooh, ooh, oohLike a God in the sky watchin' over youPut you heart in his hands and you'll be brand newLike a GodLike a, mm
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