
It's weird isn't it?
They loved you when you were fucked up.
When you were broke.
When you were stuck.
When you were unhappy.
When you were playing small to make everyone comfortable.
Then you got sharp.
You got your shit together.
You started moving.
You started producing a few wins.
Now you're "not humble.”
Now you "forgot where you came from.”
Now you're the fucking problem.
...and you think these people are your friends?
Be the problem.