[Intro: Caskey]
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
(Beats by Choc)
[Chorus: Caskey]
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Dark clouds over my head
That I can't seem to get away from
Lately, I'm so obsessed for the way out
God don't hurry up and I give it, I'ma make onе
Man, I had a lot of homeboys comin' in the game
But I rеalize there's a lot of fake ones
People gettin' obsessed with your success
Man, that shit sucks when they really start to hate ya
Just for bein' the best that you can
I wasn't meant for bein' on the press in the van
I was meant to see award shows, not to foreclose
I can't help it, I was blessed with a plan
And I put the most work in
You like a bitch that just want a Birkin
'Cause you're bad but you never spend a day workin'
Gotta cut the grass low when the snakes lurkin'
And they mostly disguised as friends
Jealousy, you wanna ride the Benz
Put you in a compromised situation
Leave you outside on the dry pavement
But they never get this information
What's meant for you don't escape you
So as long as y'all hatin' on me and my blessings
You will never ever have a breakthrough
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
(Beats by Choc)
[Chorus: Caskey]
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
Motherfuckers been hatin' on me
Everybody can't come to the party, c'est la vie
[Verse 1: Caskey]
Dark clouds over my head
That I can't seem to get away from
Lately, I'm so obsessed for the way out
God don't hurry up and I give it, I'ma make onе
Man, I had a lot of homeboys comin' in the game
But I rеalize there's a lot of fake ones
People gettin' obsessed with your success
Man, that shit sucks when they really start to hate ya
Just for bein' the best that you can
I wasn't meant for bein' on the press in the van
I was meant to see award shows, not to foreclose
I can't help it, I was blessed with a plan
And I put the most work in
You like a bitch that just want a Birkin
'Cause you're bad but you never spend a day workin'
Gotta cut the grass low when the snakes lurkin'
And they mostly disguised as friends
Jealousy, you wanna ride the Benz
Put you in a compromised situation
Leave you outside on the dry pavement
But they never get this information
What's meant for you don't escape you
So as long as y'all hatin' on me and my blessings
You will never ever have a breakthrough
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