False Prophets
[Hook]Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like this
[Verse 1]Yeah, life is a balanceYou lose your grip, you can slip into an abyssNo doubt, you see these niggas trippin'Ego in charge of every move, he's a starAnd we can't look away due to the days that he caught our heartsHe's fallin' apart, but we deny itJustifying that half ass shit he dropped, we always buy itWhen he tell us he a genius but it's clearer latelyIt's been hard for him to look into the mirror latelyThere was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybeThat's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and heThe type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fakeThe women, the dickriders, you know, the yes menNobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest himSo he grows out of controlInto the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to showDamn, wonder what happenedMaybe it's my fault for idolizin' niggasBased off the words they be rappin'But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shitHear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite this shitDamn, that's what I get for lyin' to myselfWell, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for helpWhile the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop itPlayin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top itFalse prophets
[Hook]Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisFalse prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisYeah, false prophets
[Verse 2]I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win badHe want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been hadBy all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressin'Talkin' 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, this shit is depressin'And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessingsGoddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, niggaAnd a platform to make a classic rap songTo change a nigga's life, but you too anxious livin' lifeAlways worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fuckin' did itI write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with itBut in a sense I can relate, the need to be greatTurns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up lateWritin' words, hopin' people observe the dedicationThat stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurredDo I do it for the love of the music or is there more to me?Do I want these niggas to worship me?False prophets
[Hook]Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisFalse prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisYeah, false prophets
[Verse 3]These rappers insecureThey talk about being a man so muchI finally understand that they ain't even sure'Bout who they are and why they do thisGuess I'm included in that category as a nigga who done had the gloryMy highest moments come from tellin' all the saddest storiesI've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to writeSongs that raise the hair on my armsMy lowest moments came from tryin' too hardTo impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm onTherefore from here on out, my hair grow outI care nothin' 'bout opinionsI wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies inHit the store, take your diss, make your wishThis is dedicated to the ones that listen to me on some faithful shitI'm on some thankful shitBut the real God is in you, not the music you coppin'I hear my old shit and know I can top itFalse prophets
[Hook]Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisFalse prophets (La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la…)Somebody shoulda told me it would be like thisBe like this, be like thisSomebody shoulda told me it would be like thisYeah, false prophets