Letras

[Verse 1]
Everybody changing on me
It like the whole family debatin' on me
It's startin' to feel like the more paper I see
The more **** start hatin' on me
Waitin' on me to fail, oh, man, they sucka sneakers
Run that game like the Durant, can't be sittin' on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail, you don't need 'em, so leave 'em
Ran it up by myself
[Verse 2]
And everybody changing on me
It like the whole family debatin' on me
It's startin' to feel like the more paper I see
The more **** start hatin' on me
Waitin' on me to fail, oh, man, they sucka sneakers
Run that game like the Durant, can't be sittin' on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail, you don't need 'em, so leave 'em
Ran it up by myself, yeah, whoa
[Verse 3]
Everybody changin', hatin', all got they hand out
I think it's amazin', but I don't understand how
It went from **** gon' get it 'cause it ain't no handouts
To call me if you need me 'cause I got fans now
Everybody against you as soon as you get up
But don't nobody be with you when the goin' get tough
Don't nobody be with you when the goin' get rough
And no matter what you give 'em, that shit is never enough
Whenever you fucked up, ****, just look around
They feelin' your luck suck, they nowhere to be found
And ones that is with you, they even soldiers and clowns
Either they ridin' with you or the ones that bring you down
And **** gon' come around if you don't got shit to offer
Bitches'll hold you down, but, ****, that shit'll cost you
Soon as you stop bringin' bread, they changin' and shit
Wish somebody woulda told me what came with this shit
[Verse 4]
Everybody changing on me
It like the whole family debatin' on me
It's startin' to feel like the more paper I see
The more **** start hatin' on me
Waitin' on me to fail, oh, man, they sucka sneakers
Run that game like the Durant, can't be sittin' on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail, you don't need 'em, so leave 'em
Ran it up by myself
[Verse 5]
And everybody changing on me
It like the whole family debatin' on me
It's startin' to feel like the more paper I see
The more **** start hatin' on me
Waitin' on me to fail, oh, man, they sucka sneakers
Run that game like the Durant, can't be sittin' on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail, you don't need 'em, so leave 'em
Ran it up by myself, yeah, whoa
Written by: Raymond Lowry, Rodarius Green
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