Kill Your Idols

Knight in shining armor don’t exist these days
Niggas got bulletproof vests, niggas go straight for the head
Honesty and honor don't exist these days
Niggas don’t got no respect, niggas don’t get no respect

All of your idols were made in a marketing prep
Them niggas hot off the press
I never had a role model my momma ain’t dress
They never got off the breast
Ironically I got a lot on my chest
Honestly I got a lot of regrets
Promise you’ll try to find me in death
Promise me
Promise me
Promise me
I sell the sound of my sorrows for dollars and cents
Heartbreak and sonder and sex
I put a couple of dollars aside for the set, that’s just a sign of respect
Thought I found solace when Solomon signed me a check
I’m at the side of your neck

Knight in shining
Knight in shining
Knight in shining

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst, I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this effect

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst, I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe

Superman wear plain clothes
My opps wear uniforms
New apps made new alarms
Cops can’t hear through the phone
Jiggaman made change clothes
I stopped wearing blue velour
Blue state fund coup de tat
We still made it through the storm

Act a ass act a baboon
Red bottoms no Louboutins
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cop like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck 12 shit moving on
Act a ass act a baboon
Red bottoms no Louboutins
Redenbacher niggas full of corn
Good cop like unicorns
Hit lick then take off
Taped off like move along
Paid off like student loans
Fuck 12 shit

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst, I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe this effect

I got grains of my past
This a drink, this a trap
I got angst, I got rage
I’m afraid they might clash
I had rocks in my trap house
Baby this is glass
Why you shocked when I lash out
Maybe