(Chorus)
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
Be like this, be like this
Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this
(Verse 1)
Yeah, life is a balance
You lose your grip, you can slip into an abyss
No doubt you see these ni**as trippinG
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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 s**t was purer and he
The type of ni**a swear he real but all around him’s fake
The women, the d**kriders, you know, the yes men
Nobody with the balls to say something to contest him
So he grows out of control
Into the person that he truly was all along, it’s starting to show
Damn, wonder what happened
Maybe it’s my fault for idolizing ni**as
Based off the words they be rapping
But come to find out, these ni**as don’t even write they s**t
Hear some new style bubbling up, then they bite the s**t
Damn, that’s what I get for lying to myself
Well, f**k it, what’s more important is he’s crying out for help
While the world’s egging him on, I’m begging him to stop it
Playing his old sh*t, knowing he won’t top it; false prophets
(Chorus)
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
(Verse 2)
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, ni**as don’t f**k with him, the s**t is depressing
And I know he so bitter he can’t see his own blessings
Goddamn, ni**a, you too blind to see you got fans, ni**a
And a platform to make a classic rap song
To change a ni**a’s life, but you too anxious living life
Always worried ’bout the critics who ain’t ever f**king did it
I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a f*** who f**king with it
But in a sense I can relate, the need to be great
Turns into an obsession and keeps a ni**a up late
Writing words, hoping 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 ni**as to worship me? False prophets
(Chorus)
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
(Verse 3)
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 ni**a who done had the glory
My highest moments come from telling all the saddest stories
I’ve seen in my life, I be fiending to write
Songs that raise the hair on my arms
My lowest moments came from trying too hard
To impress some ni**as that couldn’t care if I’m on
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
I care nothing 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 s**t
I’m on some thankful s**t
But the real god is in you, not the music you copping
I hear my old s**t and I know I can top it false prophets
(Chorus)
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
