Tonalidad: B major•
Intro 1
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G#m
B
G#m
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E
F#
Somebody shoulda told me it
Verse 1
G#m
would be like this
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Be like this, be like this
G#m
Somebody shoulda told
me it would be like this
F#
Yeah,
Verse 2
E
life is a balance
G#m
You lose your grip,
you can slip into an abyss
E
No doubt you see these niggas trippin'
Ego in charge of every move,
G#m
And we can't look away
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Due to the days that he caught our hearts
E
He's fallin' apart, but we deny it
A#m
G#m
Justifying that half- ass shit he dropped,
E
we always buy it
When he tell us he a genius
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but it's clearer lately
A#m
G#m
It's been hard for him
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to look into the mirror lately
E
F#
There was a time when this nigga was my hero,
maybe
A#m
G#m
That's the reason why
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his fall from grace is hard to take
E
'Cause I believed him when he said
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his shit was purer and he
G#m
The type of nigga swear he real
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but all around him's fake
E
The women, the dickriders, you know,
A#m
G#m
Nobody with the balls to say
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somethin' to contest him
E
So he grows out of control
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A#m
G#m
Into the person that he truly was all along,
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it's startin' to show
E
Damn, wonder what happened
F#
A#m
G#m
Maybe it's my fault for idolizing niggas
Based off the words that
he rappin'
E
When come to find out,
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these niggas don't even write they shit
G#m
Hear some new style bubblin'
up, then they bite the shit
E
Damn, that's what I get
G#m
for lyin' to myself
A#m
Well, fuck it,
F#
G#m
F#
what's more im portant is he's cryin' out for help
E
While the world's eggin' him on,
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I'm beggin' him to stop
G#m
Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it,
F#
Somebody shoulda told me it
Verse 3
F#
G#m
would be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told
G#m
me it would be like this
F#
E
F#
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it
A#m
G#m
would be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told me it
A#m
G#m
would be like this
Yeah, false prophets
Verse 4
E
I got a homie, he a rapper and
G#m
he wanna win bad
F#
G#m
He want the fame, the ac claim,
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the respect that's been had
E
By all the legends,
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so every time I see him, he stressin'
A#m
G#m
Talkin' 'bout, niggas don't fuck with him,
F#
the shit is depressin'
E
And I know he so bitter he can't
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see his own blessings
A#m
Goddamn, nigga,
G#m
you too blind to see you got fans, nigga
E
And a platform to make a classic rap song
A#m
G#m
To change a nigga life,
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but you too anxious livin' life
E
F#
Always worried 'bout the critics
who ain't ever fuckin' did it
A#m
G#m
I write what's in my heart,
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don't give a fuck who fuckin' with it
E
But in a sense I can relate,
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the need to be great
A#m
G#m
Turns into an obsession
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and keeps a nigga up late
E
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Writin' words, hop in' people
D#m
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ob serve the dedication
A#m
G#m
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
D#m
F#
E
ship me? False prophets
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Somebody shoulda told me it would
Verse 5
A#m
G#m
be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told
G#m
me it would be like this
F#
E
F#
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told me it
A#m
G#m
would be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told me it
G#m
would be like this
E
Yeah, false prophets
F#
These rappers insecure They talk about being a
Verse 6
A#m
F#
man so much I finally
G#m
understand that they ain't even sure
E
'Bout who they are and why
they do this
F#
G#m
Guess I'm included in that category
As a nigga who done had the glory
E
My highest moments come from
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tellin' all the saddest stories
A#m
G#m
I've seen in my life,
I be fiendin' to write
E
Songs that raise the hair on
my arms
F#
My lowest moments came from
tryin' too hard
D#m
To impress some niggas that couldn't
F#
A#m
Therefore from here on out, my hair grow out
G#m
I care nothin' 'bout opinions
E
I wanna give hope like the foun
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tains you throw pennies in
G#m
Hit the store, take your diss,
make your wish
E
F#
This is dedicated to the ones who listen
G#m
to me on some faithful shit
I'm on some thankful shit
E
But the real God is in you, not
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the music you coppin'
A#m
F#
G#m
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it,
F#
Somebody shoulda told me it would
Verse 7
A#m
G#m
be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told
A#m
G#m
me it would be like this
E
F#
Be like this (False prophets)
Somebody shoulda told
A#m
G#m
me it would be like this
E
Be like this, be like this
F#
Somebody shoulda told
A#m
G#m
me it would be like this
False prophets
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