False Prophets (be Like This) Lyrics - J. 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 falling 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 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 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 

And playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it, false prophets 

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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-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 stressing 

Talking 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him, the shit is depressing 

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 living life 

Always worried 'bout the critics who ain't ever fucking did it 

I write what's in my heart, don't give a fuck who fucking 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 

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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-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 telling 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 trying 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 

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 copping 

I hear my old shit 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 

False prophets 

(La-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 

False prophets