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 idolizing niggas
Based off the words that
he rappin'
When 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 im portant is he's cryin' out for help
While the world's eggin' him on,
I'm beggin' him to stop
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 ac claim,
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,
the 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 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
ob serve 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 wor
ship 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 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 foun
tains 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 coppin'
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it,
false prophets
Somebody shoulda told me it would
