False Idol

[Intro] I watch you fall under the spell, Of rich man destined to hell, God watchin’ you make excuses for the sins, What’s the price you’ll pay to help this man win? [Verse] I don’t bend, I don’t sway, don’t play the blind sheep, You sleepwalkin' through fire while I'm wide, knee-deep, They sellin’ visions to crowds, got ‘em lost in the haze, But I’m unfazed, I see through that glitter and glaze. High throne, but he’s prone to the sins he conceals, Stackin' deals on the backs of those tax appeals, Slick with his hustle, but I’m clockin' the play, Ain’t no mortal gon’ sway me, I’m immune to the sway. [Pre-Chorus] No crown, no jewels, no man in disguise, Could flip my mind with his glitterin’ lies, I don’t idolize, don’t romanticize, I see all men as flawed in disguise. [Chorus] I watch you fall under the spell, Of rich man destined to hell, God watchin’ you make excuses for the sins, What’s the price you’ll pay to help this man win? [Verse] They bow down, while he trips up on Epstein’s isle, Nothin' but slime hidin’ under that smile, Suits and ties, but his truth is obscene, Runnin’ his mouth, dirty money, and schemes. Played out a plan, makin promises cheap, Drained out their pockets while they’re locked in a sleep Talkin' power, but he’s payin’ off sins with a check, He cuts corners and cheats with no self-respect. [Pre-Chorus] He can shine, he can stunt, he can run up the score, But all his gold, just a lie at the core, I don’t bow to man, I won’t feed the pride, No soul gets a pass, no sins slide. [Chorus] I watch you fall under the spell, Of rich man destined to hell, God watchin’ you make excuses for the sins, What’s the price you’ll pay to help this man win? [Verse] Who he beds, who he cheats, who he pays to hush, Got his name on receipts, still you give him a brush, He's New York Elite, now you feed on his semen, Sacrifice your soul for a billionaire’s dream and You a fan of a phantom, a fraud in the flesh, Blind to the lies, you keep eatin' his mess, I hold every man to the weight of his deeds, Not a dollar or title can water those seeds. [Pre-chorus] I stand tall, no man is divine, I don’t bow to the wealthy or follow the line, When truth reveals, the false will decay, I hold no faith in the games they play. [Chorus] I watch you fall under the spell, Of rich man destined to hell, God watchin’ you make excuses for the sins, What’s the price you’ll pay to help this man win? [Outro] The Lord is watchin’ every move you make, Sees the idols you defend and the paths you take, No gold or fame can cover the scar, He knows your heart and who your idols are. ooh oh ohh (He's watching you)