Why Am I Hated?

Over the past few years of my life, I've been noticing people hating me more and liking me less. I would say all this has been happening since 2006. That year, I broke up with my rap group called the Big Money Ballers. The reason for the break-up wasn't over money because we wasn't making any. It was because a guy I brung into the group stabbed me in the back. He told my producer and cousin that I wasn't serious about the group because I didn't spend my money. I looked at the situation and laughed. Why would I spend money on a group that didn't want to do things in order to win? All they wanted to do was buy Jordans and look alike, like we were in some kind of special education class. I wanted to focus on the business side of the game and they looked at me like I was in the wrong for wanting to understand how we could make money. When I was a supervisor for a janitorial company, I was getting hated on because of the way I treated the employees. I treated them like they were human beings and not slaves. The other supervisors used to tell me if I didn't step on their throats, they weren't going toact right. I proved them wrong, but still got fired over some bull. I was told that they wanted to fire me over drug possession on a private property, but didn't have evidence. I ended up getting fired for job abandonment because that's all they could think of. I could go on about people telling me to do things to move up ladders just to tell me there is any room for advancement. Or how peoople put name in things that I no nothing about and end up calling me snitch or a hater. I could go on but.....people will still end up hating me. I guess it's something I just have to live with.