False prophets accords par
J. Cole
J. Cole

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Tonalité : B major
Intro 1
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Somebody shoulda told me it
Verse 1
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would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told
me it would be like this
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Yeah,
Verse 2
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life is a balance
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You lose your grip,
you can slip into an abyss
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No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move,
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he's a star
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And we can't look away
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Due to the days that he caught our hearts
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He's fallin' apart, but we deny it
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Justifying that half- ass shit he dropped,
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we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius
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but it's clearer lately
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It's been hard for him
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to look into the mirror lately
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There was a time when this nigga was my hero,
maybe
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That's the reason why
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his fall from grace is hard to take
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'Cause I believed him when he said
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his shit was purer and he
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The type of nigga swear he real
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but all around him's fake
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The women, the dickriders, you know,
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the yes men
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Nobody with the balls to say
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somethin' to contest him
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So he grows out of control
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Into the person that he truly was all along,
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it's startin' to show
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Damn, wonder what happened
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Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words that
he rappin'
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When come to find out,
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these niggas don't even write they shit
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Hear some new style bubblin'
up, then they bite the shit
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Damn, that's what I get
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for lyin' to myself
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Well, fuck it,
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what's more im portant is he's cryin' out for help
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While the world's eggin' him on,
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I'm beggin' him to stop
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Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it,
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false prophets
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Somebody shoulda told me it
Verse 3
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would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told
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me it would be like this
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Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it
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would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told me it
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would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Verse 4
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I got a homie, he a rapper and
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he wanna win bad
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He want the fame, the ac claim,
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the respect that's been had
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By all the legends,
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so every time I see him, he stressin'
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Talkin' 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him,
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the shit is depressin'
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And I know he so bitter he can't
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see his own blessings
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Goddamn, nigga,
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you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
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And a platform to make a classic rap song
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To change a nigga life,
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but you too anxious livin' life
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Always worried 'bout the critics
who ain't ever fuckin' did it
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I write what's in my heart,
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don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it
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But in a sense I can relate,
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the need to be great
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Turns into an obsession
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and keeps a nigga up late
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Writin' words, hopin' people
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ob serve the dedication
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That stirs in you constantly,
but intentions get blurred
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Do I do it for the love of the music
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or is there more to me?
Do I want these niggas to wor
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ship me? False prophets
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Somebody shoulda told me it would
Verse 5
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be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told
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me it would be like this
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Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it
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would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told me it
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would be like this
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Yeah, false prophets
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These rappers insecure They talk about being a
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man so much I finally
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understand that they ain't even sure
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'Bout who they are and why
they do this
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Guess I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the glory
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My highest moments come from
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tellin' all the saddest stories
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I've seen in my life,
I be fiendin' to write
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Songs that raise the hair on
my arms
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My lowest moments came from
tryin' too hard
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To impress some niggas that couldn't
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care if I'm on
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Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
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I care nothin' 'bout opinions
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I wanna give hope like the foun
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tains you throw pennies in
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Hit the store, take your diss,
make your wish
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This is dedicated to the ones who listen
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to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
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But the real God is in you, not
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the music you coppin'
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I hear my old shit and I know I can top it,
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false prophets
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Somebody shoulda told me it would
Verse 7
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be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told
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me it would be like this
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Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told
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me it would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
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Somebody shoulda told
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me it would be like this
False prophets

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