Rod Wave - Changing On Me lyrics

Everybody changing on me
It's like the whole family debating on me
It's starting feel like
That the more paper I see
Then more niggas start hating on me
Waiting on me to fall
Don't even lace up your sneakers
Run the game like the ref
 folks sitting on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail
You don't need him so leave him
Ran it up by myself
And everybody changing on me
It's like the whole family debating on me
It's starting feel like that the
More paper I see
Then more niggas start hating on me
Waiting on me to fall
Don't even lace up your sneakers
Run the game like the ref
Folks sitting on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail
You don't need him so leave him
Ran it up by myself and woah

Everybody changing, hating
And got they hand out
I think that it's amazing but
I don't understand how it went from, "Nigga
Go get it 'cause it ain't no hand outs"
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 ya
When the going get tough
Don't nobody be with ya
When the going get rough
It don't matter what you give 'em
That shit is never enough
Whenever you're fucked up
Niggas just look around
They feeling your lucks up
They nowhere to be found
And the ones that is with you
They're either soldiers or clowns
Either they riding with you or the
Ones that break you down
And niggas don't come around if you
Don't got shit to offer
Bitches'll hold you down, but nigga
That shit'll cost you
Soon as you stop bringing break
They changing and shit
Wish somebody would've told me what
Came with this shit

Everybody changing on me
It's like the whole family debating on me
It's starting feel like that the
More paper I see
Then more niggas start hating on me
Waiting on me to fall
Don't even lace up your sneakers
Run the game like the ref
Folks sitting on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail
You don't need him so leave him
Ran it up by myself
And everybody changing on me
It's like the whole family debating on me
It's starting feel like that the
More paper I see
Then more niggas start hating on me
Waiting on me to fall
Don't even lace up your sneakers
Run the game like the ref
Folks sitting on the bleachers
Don't want me to prevail
You don't need him so leave him