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, yeah

Life is a balance, you lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss

No doubt, you see these **** 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 fallin' 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 **** 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, ain't he

The type a **** swear he real, but all around him's fake

The women, the dick-riders, you know, the yes men

Nobody with the balls to say somethin' to contest him

So he grows outta control

Until the person that he truly was all along is starting to show, damn

Wonder what happened

Maybe it's my fault for idolizing **** based off the words they be rappin'

When come to find out, these **** 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 it

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

Be like this (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

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

Talkin' 'bout, **** don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing

And I know he's so bitter he can't see his own blessings

Goddamn, ****, you too blind to see you got fans, ****

And a platform to make a classic rap song

To change a ****'s life, but you too anxious living life

Always worried 'bout the critics, who ain't ever fuckin' did it

I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it

But in a sense, I can relate, the need to be great

Turns into an obsession and keeps a **** 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 **** 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

Be like this (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

Yeah, false prophets

These rapper's 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 **** 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 **** 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 yo diss, make yo 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 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

Be like this (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