[Intro] (low choir hum, harp plucks, 808 pulse) Yeah… gold don’t glisten without sin on it. He say “donate,” but he own it. [Verse 1] He’s got silk robes, perfume, and a smile too wide, Preachin’ ‘bout heaven while he’s cashin’ the tithe. Got widows weepin’, drop coins in the plate, He blessin’ the rich, call it holy fate. Sermon on fire, crowd say “amen,” He counts every soul, every coin, every man. Dove in the window, serpent in his tone, He prays for your sins while protectin’ his own. [Pre-Chorus] Gold on the altar, truth in disguise, Holy in words, but devil in eyes. [Chorus] Tithes & Lies, that’s how he rise, Halo bent under velvet skies. Forgive my sins, but keep the prize, Ain’t no faith left — just Tithes & Lies. [Verse 2] Choir hum sweet, but they hum off key, ‘Cause grace don’t sing when your soul ain’t free. Brothers in robes makin’ deals in the pew, Turnin’ faith into silver, that’s the holy view. Got the king on his knees, blessin’ his greed, Tradein’ prayer for power — that’s the creed. Cross in gold, heart in black, Every tithe paid keeps the knife off his back. [Pre-Chorus] Whispers float through the chapel air, You can buy your peace, if you pay your share. [Chorus] Tithes & Lies, that’s how he rise, Halo bent under velvet skies. Forgive my sins, but keep the prize, Ain’t no faith left — just Tithes & Lies. [Bridge] (organ chords swell, trap beat softens) Heaven’s got walls, but hell’s got style, Every saint learns to sin awhile. Light that candle, hide the crime, Say “amen” one more time. [Outro] (soft choir echoes, heartbeat bass fades) Bless the gold, bless the game, Different sins, same name. Tithes & Lies… That’s how he rise.
