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False Prophets (虚伪的宣扬者) (Explicit) - J. Cole
Written by：Jermaine Cole
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 a** 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 sh*t was purer and he
The type of ni**a 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 they be rappin'
But come to find out these niggas don't even write they sh*t
Hear some new style bubblin' up then they bite the sh*t
Damn that's what I get for lyin' to myself
Well f**k 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 sh*t 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 acclaim the respect that's been had
By all the legends so every time I see him he stressin'
Talkin' 'bout niggas don't f**k with him the sh*t is depressin'
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 livin' life
Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever f**kin' did it
I write what's in my heart don't give a f**k who f**kin' 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
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

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 ni**a 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' about 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 sh*t
I'm on some thankful sh*t
But the real god is in you not the music you coppin'
I hear my old sh*t and I 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