Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss No doubt you see these niggas trippin' Ego in charge of every move, he's a star And we can't look away Due to the days that he caught our hearts He's falling apart, but we deny it Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take 'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him So he grows out of control Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show Damn, wonder what happened Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas Based off the words they be rappin' But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had By all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressing Talking 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga And a platform to make a classic rap song To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious living life Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fucking did it I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking with it But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred Do 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 Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yeah, false prophets These rappers insecure They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure 'Bout who they are and why they do this Guess I'm included in that category As a nigga who done had the glory My highest moments come from telling all the saddest stories I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write Songs that raise the hair on my arms My lowest moments came from trying too hard To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out I care nothin' bout opinions I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish This is dedicated to the ones Who listen to me on some faithful shit I'm on some thankful shit But the real god is in you, not the music you copping I hear my old shit and I know I can top it False prophets Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets (La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...) Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this False prophets
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Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move, he's a star
And we can't look away
Due to the days that he caught our hearts
He's falling apart, but we deny it
Justifying that half-ass shit he dropped, we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius but it's clearer lately
It's been hard for him to look into the mirror lately
There was a time when this nigga was my hero, maybe
That's the reason why his fall from grace is hard to take
'Cause I believed him when he said his shit was purer and he
The type of nigga swear he real but all around him's fake
The women, the dickriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it's startin' to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words they be rappin'
But come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit
Hear some new style bubblin' up, then they bite the shit
Damn, that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well, fuck it, what's more important is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on, I'm beggin' him to stop
And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad
He want the fame, the acclaim, the respect that's been had
By all the legends, so every time I see him, he stressing
Talking 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing
And I know he so bitter he can't see his own blessings
Goddamn, nigga, you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a nigga's life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fucking did it
I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a nigga up late
Writin' words, hopin' people observe the dedication
That stirs in you constantly, but intentions get blurred
Do 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
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
These rappers insecure
They talk about being a man so much
I finally understand that they ain't even sure
'Bout who they are and why they do this
Guess I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the glory
My highest moments come from telling all the saddest stories
I've seen in my life, I be fiendin' to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from trying too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn't care if I'm on
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothin' bout opinions
I wanna give hope like the fountains you throw pennies in
Hit the store, take your diss, make your wish
This is dedicated to the ones
Who listen to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
But the real god is in you, not the music you copping
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it
False prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets
(La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la...)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
False prophets