FALSE IDOLS Lyrics

This life ain't forever

We risking it every day

On tha roads

On tha mains

We work to maintain

It's a never-ending cycle

I could never pray to false idols

She give you an ear full

Mine give me an eye-full

Age 14 in tha Eiffel Tower

Thinking bout tha colonizer

I would preach to ya but I'm none the wiser

I dunno what I'm on tonight but

I got to keep it real

Helping my bro put his baby girl in tha car seat

Can't wait for her to talk

So she can call my sister aunty

It's tha circle of life b

I gotta find me a wife g

So I can say "honey I'm home"

And it echo down corridor

Off tha hardwood floor

Find her cooling in velour

With a warm prawn katsu

And a chamomile tea

Or is that too idealistic?

If there's a chance then imma risk it

Not for a biscuit… and tha whole damn cake

And if I do tha job then I best get paid

Or i coming for tha nest where eggs lay

Best clear ya head space

You couldn't best me on your best day

Are you even tha best in your estate?

It's never-ending cycle

I could never pray to false idols (never)

You don't know me

And you don't owe me nothing

But I'm from tha hood baby

So I'm leaving here with something

Big familia

Got nieces, cousins

Thought you were greazy my darg?

so why you running?

And that begs tha question are these FALSE IDOLS you're listening to

Are they speaking truth or is it lies, lies, lies?

Lie, lie, lie, lie

Lie again

I love tha sound of lies

I love it when you send

I love it when you fake dap me up in tha motive

I love it when you see me on tha charts and get stressed

Core fans love to hear me flex

So if I talk about taking a jet to tha jet

That don't mean I'm gassed about it

Just mean that I hopped in tha booth and I rapped about it

Calm down is everything alright?

Or is tha facade falling

Keeping you up at night

Cause everything I live

Is everything that I write

Them man ain't got mob ties

They got hot lies!

From Barking to Stratford

East Ham to Hackney

Sold out shows

All tha fans wanna snap me

Backseat boolin with a baddie

Backing her third maggy

Now we going back to her addy

In tha east side of london

You get smacked where I'm from

Toke a pack to tha lungs

And get tha GUAP no magazine

Sleep got boring so

I woke up live a dream

It's gonna take more than a pagan to get rid of me

How many lies told on iMessages?

You must've got it mixed up and put spice in ur rizz

They biting my shit?

Alie they're my kids

You're a wet donny

Find you in my likes n shit

It get tekky on a beat

And it get tekky at my door

When they see me on my feet

They wanna pree me like a Jawn

Tired of these wettys

Watching face

Im bout to...

Yo this life ain't forever

We risking it every day

On tha roads

On tha mains

We work to maintain

It's a never-ending cycle

I could never pray to false idols

She give you an ear full

Mine gave me an eye-full

Age 14 in tha Eiffel Tower

Thinking bout tha colonizer

I would preach to ya but I'm none the wiser

I dunno what I'm on tonight but

I got to keep it real

It's never-ending cycle

I could never pray to false idols (never)