Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song False Prophets, artist - J. Cole. Date of issue: 07.12.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 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 |