[Verse 1]
Whats the point of having fame n*gga if you ain't with the same n*ggas
Went against the grain, now I can't hang with ya
You made me regret I ever campaign with ay
f*ck b*tches with ya, hit fades with ya
Can't believe you changed, use to smoke haze with ya
I ain't change, just ask my day 1 n*ggas
And I kept it real since day 1 with ya
You wait till im at the top to start sneak dissin
No matter how hard I try I can't believe n*ggas
I dont go for anything like both these n*ggas
I went from broke, I know what its like being broke
Remember burning the fiends, crack mouth full of soap
Remember asking for that b*tch number & she told me no
Same b*tch who wanna f*ck me for a ticket to my show
Got some b*tches that i f*cked that i act like I dont know
Got some n*ggas that I grew up with, that be hating ona low
[Chorus]
The trenches ain't the same no more
These n*ggas don't act the same no more
They dont rap about the pain no more
They think its all about the fame and gold
[Hook]
They goin hate me when I make it (2x)
f*ck these haters, f*ck these b*tches, f*ck the lies and allegations
They goin hate me when I make it (2x)
They want my spot but can't take it
Want me flop keep waiting
[Verse 2]
I just be patience, so tired of hating
So tired of n*ggas knowing they place is
So tired of b*tches keep asking if im famous
My chocolate chip b*tch i call her famous [ ? ]
My light skiin b*tch like to f*ck with my chains on
Walk through the club with my d'Ussé and shades on
Walk through the hood with my rollie and chains on
Im still the same, I just hang with the big homies
Shoutout to all the big homies and all thepeople who depend on me
Dissin them n*ggas back ain't the sh*t for me, it just made people think they was in my category
But check this, ain't no n*gga in my category
Making b*tch n*ggas famous, I know no longer doin'
If you ain't stamped or certified dont even come towards me
I ain't even going to shake ya hand, ima just keep it moving
[Chorus & Hook]