Chords for The Weeknd, Lil Baby, Suzanna Son – False Idols (Official Audio)

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_ _ 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 just made it out the land of the brave
I can tell you shake my hand that it's fake Free the guys and what's who never made it
stay in line With a jake, I made it home safe
Baseball numbers on all of my contracts Big and them buddies, they all in my contacts
I get you lit on GP, they don't nothing back Make twenty million last month, tryna run it back
Watch this run it for [Dm] you like a car _
[Am] It goes down on the one they gon' blame [Dm] Gotta leave with my soul, I [F] came
I know it look lit when I'm rocking these chains [Dm] But I went through a lot for this money and fame
Money and fame, _ money and fame
[Am] I did a lot to get here, no comment I put a lot in my ear, bone follow
Rari as fast as you can see, hold on I'm bout to take y'all back with me
I don't wanna be with you niggas, my people in the system
Big bro at the end of his hazy, I talk to him daily
I told him he's still coming home, I just hope he don't think I'm just saying shit
When money keeps coming, the feeling is great I can't even touch it, no, no, session, ayy
I was working 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 million
It's crazy, my diamonds really be diamond, no shade
I'm going all in, no stopping, okay
Watch this over [Dm] like a gun _
[Am] Make you hurt again so [Dm] you can even say [F] amen
We will change for you, [Dm] we will die for you _ _ _ _
[Am] You can't put who you call a god
I like to put fake prophecies
They hate it when you get on top
Magazines, signage, legacies
Can you tell me how much did it cost?
A hundred million, it's stretched for me
Packing stadiums cause I'm a star
Box, can, box, box, you tick
You ain't down, you an enemy
I got followers that are here for me
And they lining up like a DMV
With the finest girls that you've ever seen
She from California, she's sober like
Diet Coke with a coke diet
She wipe my face with my stash, why?
She got chromatone with a black guitar
My niggas roll with the [C] chrome and the heavy metal
Talking guns, no rules, it [E] ain't Coachella
[Am] 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 terrified _
[A] I'm so terrified
_ _ [Am] _ Legends who are in the face of God
We still walking when the cameras off
She a fairytale, she a superstar
Even down to the way that she breaking hearts
She ain't acting, I'm not an actor
Cause reality is what I'm after
Real emotions, I've got to capture
Suck my soul up like they're after
Don't remember my life but I'll cut off these lines
Rumors that you heard about me is right
Even starting to believe all these lies
Even starting to believe all these lies
I'm so terrified
In this paradise
I could never find _
Watch us over [Dm] like a God
_ [A] Watch us hurt again
So you [Dm] can heal and say amen
We will [F] change for you, I
[Dm] We will die for [Am] you
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[Dm] _ _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
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[A] _ _ [Am] _ _ [Dm] Like a diamond sky
Watching over you
Put [Am] your heart in his hands
And he'll be your new
[Dm] _ _ _ God
[Am] _ God
_ _ _ [Dm] _ _ God God
[Am] God _ _ _ _ _ _