[Verse 1] Bunch of peasants tryna imitate Frauds, imposters, counterfeits and plenty fakes Chains on their necks, chains on their wrists Their lives are so empty but they just cant admit Prada laceups, Armani coat, and Versace scarf Top it off by adding a couple Maybachs in the cart Rolexes all on invisibility set Cause they dont wanna know how much time they have left Gucci all that, Louis Vuitton on that All about the money, one fine looking trap Cashmere sweaters only offers more pretending The Shepherd be seeing sheep in wolves clothing Reaching high and aiming for the top Until the day they fall and everything will be lost Slaves who think that theyre the masters They cant hear the truth over their own laughter They think theyre the ones giving the orders When really they all blind playing follow the leader Sooner or later each one is gonna be overthrown One after the other taking up this cursed throne Calling themselves kings for lack of a better title And ironic that they would worship all these different idols They told me to watch the throne so Im watching And all I see is them offering their seat to something [Verse 2] Their desires are taking control without them noticing They kneel at the raise of the scepter and kiss the ring Napoleon, Caesar, and Alexander the Great All of em were great until it was checkmate Like why dont they ever learn from history Guess they only learn when they become history All of em just pawns who can be anything but king If life is a game of chess they should really be thinking Foolish servants tryna pull the sword outta the stone Tragic glory, they aint no heir to the throne Trumpet blow, drum roll, let the cash flow Mistakes excused, cause with money anything goes But you cant pay away your sins with good deeds Nor indulgences or painting Renaissance ideals Betraying a brother like royalty over loyalty Riches make you worth more, but wont make you more worthy They always abuse their power and it aggravates me Making me go all antifederalist on this tyranny Greedy ambition they do it only for the load A real king be sacrificing his role for the Lord A real king be living to support the citizens A real king be making the right decisions A real king dont brag about all his wealth A real king dont live his life just for himself W.L.A.K. we live as kings Not being but reflecting the image of the one true King Time flies until theyre old, the body buried in gold Their possessions and greatness would be left here on this world Viva la Vida or death and all his friends They wanna live up the moment and spend it all by the end Yeah, they might as well bow down to the devil And get all they ever wanted before departing to his level Just a bunch of fake kings
king, throne, real, antifederalist, laceups