Somebody should've told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody should've told me it would be like this Yeah, life is a balance You lose your grip, you could 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 taught our hearts He's fallin' apart, but we deny it Justifyin' that half-ass shit he drop, 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, ain't he? The type of nigga 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 something 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' When come to find out, these niggas don't even write they shit Here's 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 He's playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it False prophets Somebody should've told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody should've told me it would be like this Be like this False prophets Somebody should've told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody should've told me it would be like this I got a homie, he a rapper and he wanna win bad He want the fame to be acclaimed, the respect that's been had By all the legends, so every time I see him he's stressin' Talkin' bout niggas, don't fuck with him, this shit is depressin' And I know he's 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 worry bout the critics Who ain't never 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 I got nerds 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 Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Be like this, be like this Somebody shoulda told me it would be like this Yea False prophets These rappers insecure They talk about being a man so much I finally understand that they ain't even sure About 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 fiending the right songs that raise the hair on my arms My lowest moments came from trying too hard to impress them niggas that couldn't care for more 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 disc, 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 hit 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