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 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
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 idolizin' 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 this 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
False prophets
(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 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 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 livin' 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 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, be like this
False prophets
(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 tellin' 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 tryin' 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
that listen to me on
some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
But the real God is in you,
not the music you coppin'
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
(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