The first verse of J. Cole's song, False Prophets, can't be anymore true after what happened yesterday.

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 Justifying 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 somethin' 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 this 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 it Playin' his old shit, knowin' he won't top it False prophets