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