False Prophets

Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Every single word that I write Can always start with a fight, who can love what they hype? I feel like looping around inside of an empty hole I feel like scooping to try to get a song that's destined to blow So I'm scrapping up words, not shit that feel like it can hurt I will isolate myself until I find the shit that works Like putting two and two together and whether or not, what's worse? Should I start paying myself for a verse? I guess motivation is a pain To try and get what you gain is more hard to obtain You're feeling all my reign You gotta work your ass off, but what happens to your brain You forget the beautiful shit you wrote so it's never the same So I'm figuring out if I've already said this shit I'm figuring out if I've already wrote this shit I'm figuring out if I've already thought this shit That's why the writers block is so hard to fuckin' take Who's a false prophet? Who's got this? Man I'm learnin' So I scoop around the edges to try to find what is workin' Wish I could make it disappear with hit and then it's gone I swear I'm not the only person fucking tweaking Writers block can decide to fuck up your homage Even though the shit you think is hard the first day you make it Ain't top shit What is motivation if you ain't even fucking got it? Feelin' like my old shit won't even top it, false prophets Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this False prophets Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this The pills your destined to swallow Can ease up what you borrow And steal the shit you think others won't even think about tomorrow And I'm tired of attacks I'm tired of people just falling off and never returning back Fucking wack Damn, wonder what happened? Maybe it's my fault for idolisin' rappers Based off the words they be rappin' Damn, wonder what happened? Maybe it's my fault for being a nuisance to my friends That's why they all are cappin' Seeing my own mates get so low they turn to breaks And when I try to do the same, my sanity just breaks So, who do I turn to when the tables have turned? So then it's only just a step closer to things I fuckin' hate So what is life? What is hell? What is heaven? What is this? I write to figure out what the fuck, I'm pissed What is motivation if you ain't even fucking got it? Feelin' like my old shit won't top it, false prophets Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this False prophets Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this False prophets Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Be like this Somebody should of told me it would be like this Be like this Another false prophet after another I- I have to go