[Intro]
Am

[Verse 1]
N.C.
Be careful with who you call a God
N.C.
I can’t go without my pole and my rod
Am
Sipped a cup and then I nod
Am
Made a hundred million, must be good at my job
Am
I done made it out the land of the brave
Am
I can tell you shake my hands that it’s fake
Am
Free the guys, the ones who never made a statement
Am
Slidin’ with a Drake, I made it home safe
Am
Baseball numbers on all of my contracts
Am
Billionaires buddies, they all in my contacts
Am
I get you hit on GP, they want nothin’ back
Am
Made twenty million last month, tryna run it back (Run it back)
Dm
Watches over like a God
Am
It goes down, I’m the onе they gon’ blame
Am
Gotta leav, whеre my soul, how I came
F
I know it look lit when I’m rockin’ these chains
Dm
But I went through a lot for this money and fame
Dm
(This money and fame, this money and fame)

For this money and fame
Am
I did a lot to get here? No comment
Am
I put a lot in my ear, both of ‘em
Am
The Rari is fast as it gets, hold on
Am
I’m ‘bout to take off, bear with me
Am
I don’t wanna beef with you niggas
Am
My beef with the system, big bro at the end of his habeas
Am
I talk to him daily, I told him he still comin’ home
Am
I just hope he don’t think I’m just sayin’ shit
Am
The money keeps comin’, the feelin’ is amazing
Am
I pay eight-figure taxes, no more section eight
Am
I was workin’ my wrist tryna see what it take
Am
Made a thirty do sixty, the feeling’s amazing
Am
Now I can charge by the hour
Am
A sixty minutes set, they pay me a million, that’s crazy
Am
My diamonds really be diamonds, no shade
Am
I’m goin’ all in, no stoppin’, okay

[Chorus]
Dm
Watches over like a God
Am
Makes you hurt again

So you can heal and say amen
F
We will change for you
Dm
We will die for you, ah-huh (Yeah-yeah)

[Verse 2]
Am
Be careful who you call God
Am
L.A filled with fake prophecies
Am
They hate it when you get on top
Am
Magazines tarnish legacies
Am
Can you tell me, how much do they cost?
Am
A hundred mill’ ain’t a stretch for me
Am
Packin’ stadiums ‘cause I’m a star
Am
Bots can’t buy box seats
Am
If you ain’t down, you an enemy
Am
I got followers that’ll kill for me
Am
And they linin’ up like a DMV
Am
With the finest girls that you’ve ever seen
Am
She from California, she’s sober lite
Am
Diet Coke with the coke diet
Am
She ride my face till my stash white
Am
She got Chrome Hearts on with the black attire
Am
My niggas roll with the chrome and the heavy metal
Am
Talkin’ guns, no roses, it ain’t Coachella
Am
I’m a good fella, I’m a good fella
N.C.
Johnny Depp with the blow, I’m a good fella
Am
I’m in paradise, I’m in paradise
Am
But these false idols got me terrified
Am
I’m so terrified, I feel terrified
Am
Life is war in the face of God
Am
We still walkin’ with the cameras off
Am
She a femme fatale, she’s a superstar
Am
Even down to the way that she breakin’ hearts
Am
She ain’t actin’, I’m not an actor
Am
‘Cause reality’s, what I’m after
Am
Real emotions, I’m tryna capture
Am
Suck my soul up like the rapture
Am
Don’t remember my last line, but I’ll cut up these lines
Am
Rumors that you heard about me is right
Am
Even startin’ to believin’ all their lies
Am
I’m even startin’ to believin’ all their lies
Am
So terrified in this paradise
Am
I’m so terrified, oh

[Chorus]
Dm
Watches over like a God (Oh-oh, oh)
Am
Makes you hurt again

So you can heal and say amen
F
We will change for you
Dm Am
We will die for you, ah-huh

[Outro]
F
Ooh-ooh
Dm
Ooh-ooh
G
Ooh-ooh
Am
He is coming
F
He will find her
Dm
He will fix her
G
To make us better, ooh
Dm
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Am
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
Dm
Like a God in the sky watchin’ over you
Am Dm
Put your heart in his hands and you’ll be brand new
Am
Like a god
Dm
Like a, mm
Am
Like a god