Перевод песни J. Cole - False Prophets

[Chorus:]
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.

[Verse 1:]
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 fallin’ apart, but we deny it,
Justifyin’ 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 something 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 idolizin’ 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.

[Chorus:]
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
False prophets.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
Yeah, false prophets.

[Verse 2:]
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 stressin’,
Talkin’ ’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 life, but you too anxious livin’ life,
Always worried ’bout the critics who ain’t ever fuckin’ did it,
I write what’s in my heart, don’t give a fuck who fuckin’ 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.

[Chorus:]
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
False prophets.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
Yeah, false prophets.

[Verse 3:]
These rappers insecure,
They talk about bein’ 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 tellin’ 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 tryin’ too hard
To impress some niggas that couldn’t care for more,
Therefore from here on out my hair grow out,
I care nothing ‘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 coppin’,
I hear my old shit and I know I can top it. False prophets.

[Chorus:]
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
La-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la,
False prophets.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this,
Be like this, be like this.
Somebody should’ve told me it would be like this.
Yeah, false prophets.

[Outro:]
Ha ha, you heard him, he said it!
Fire! Fire! We good, bro.
Yo, thank you, man! Hell yeah!