[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 can’t admit
Prada lace-ups, Armani coat, and Versace scarf
Top it off by adding a couple Maybachs in the cart
Rolexes all on invisibility set
Cause they don’t 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 they’re the masters
They can’t hear the truth over their own laughter
They think they’re the one’s 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 I’m 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 don’t 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 ain’t no heir to the throne
Trumpet blow, drum roll, let the cash flow
Mistakes excused, cause with money anything goes
But you can’t 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 won’t make you more worthy
They always abuse their power and it aggravates me
Making me go all anti-federalist 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 don’t brag about all his wealth
A real king don’t 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 they’re 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