Luke Wynn - Idols

You see me
And get so confused
Thinkin' that I'm crazy
But I say look at you
Look at all you do
I'm not the one who's
Worshipping some dude
My God is forever
But yours is coming to an end
I look at all these god emcees
Ex-con emcees
Gotta purse on your arm emcee
Wearing a gown like they about to go to prom emcee
I'm God's emcee
About to come and drop emcees
I guess they're not emcees
They make melodies now
Well my harmonies God-given
Give Jesus Christ a smile
I laugh when they say lyricisms
Goin' out of style
'Cause I'm the epitome it
And I'm just coming out, yeah
I'm over here collecting bodies
Won't you pass the plate
The magistrate
I'm at a place
You couldn't even calculate
With six calculators
An asian, apps on your tablet's face
I'm coming with the truth
The head band, I'm Piercing past the greats
I'm on a new level
God's hand's where my throne at
I'm sacrificing goats
Like it's Genesis, where your bros at
Pull ‘em out the refrigerator
Have ‘em check the toe tag
Let ‘em see their idols
Then we zip back up the cold bag
Talk to 'em
He say he a god
He a god
Pull up
Skkrrrrrtt
Groupies at his car
Vroom Vroom
We love you
Always covered in frost
Ice
Ice
Brrrrr
This the god leading y'all
Aye he the god
Nah, nah, nah, nah
But he say he a god
Ha Ha Ha
Nah, Nah
I know he ain't a god
Nah, nah, nah, nah
My God created you
Boy what you on
Aahh
Why can't I talk about Jesus
Jesus
Jesus
They mistreat us
Say we coonin' following where massa leads us
They don't believe us
Say that the Messiah never freed us
How is it freedom when legally
We're still shot and beaten
They say the black man's god
Well, maybe
Jesus was killed by his people
If a brotha's actin crazy
We'll be quick to shoot 'em up
Bag the momma of his baby
He's the god but when he cross us
His life is for the taking
But I'm lookin to a different cross
Cause of it, I'm picked apart
I'd rather glorify our creator
Than drugs, expensive cars
The one with the baddest female
And he can spit a bars
When you broke
You become envious of those living large
So they idolize rappers
I'm here to humble them
You call them allah
But one single verse will muzzle em
These Little men turn to X's
God's had enough of them
He's been watchin' from heights
Now I'm finna empty the drum on them
He say he a god
He a god
Pull up
Skkrrrrrtt
Groupies at his car
Vroom Vroom
We love you
Always covered in frost
Ice
Ice
Brrrrr
This the god leading y'all
Aye he the god
Nah, nah, nah, nah
But he say he a god
Ha Ha Ha
Nah, Nah
I know he ain't a god
Nah, nah, nah, nah
My God created you
Boy what you on
Aahh
Aye he the god
But he say he a god
I know he ain't a god
Aye he the god
But he say he a god
I know he ain't a god

Written by:
Jeremiah Wynn

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