Ain't Nothing Changed - Trae Tha Truth

Yeah these niggas think I’m tripping, like I ain’t on my game

Since I made it for the hood, niggas looking at me strange

But I don’t pay attention, till they get inside my range

And when they see them thangs, then they know ain’t nothing changed

They know it’s A.B.N., from the diamonds on my chain

Swanging on 4's, with them diamonds in my ring

Now I got these niggas hating, cause they know I got the fame

Yeah nigga I’m the shit, Go on and put that on your brain

I’m ten seconds, from hopping out that mini-van

Haunted on something heavy, and sell to come cancel a couple minute plans

Try me nigga, I’ll be the first to show you ain’t nothing changed

Niggas see the fame, and they think I won’t take it to they brain

Don’t let the fact that I got money, determine a thang

Homie I’m the same, inside these streets I’m a permanent lane

I’m still in the hood, black whip black vest

Black ice eighty grand, with a couple black ticks

They wanna hate me, I’m gon help em to hate me today

Tell em hate these twenty inch swangas, under my Chevrolet

Now who gon play with Trae, and get me outside of my zone

I’ll have these niggas draped in every color, outside of your home

I got a hundred sets, running with a hundred G’s

With a couple hundred guns, loaded to put me at ease

Oh yeah I hear the talk, niggas say I’m tripping

Like I’m off my note, tell em come try me see if I’m tripping

(*talking*)

Trae the Truth, and they could kiss they ass goodbye on this one mayn

Real talk Asshole By Nature mayn, Trae Tha Truth Show

I’m up out this motherfucker mayn, real talk yeah

Trae Tha motherfucking Truth Show, special edition nigga

Rest In Peace H.A.W.K., Pat, Mafio Gator, Screw

Free Dinkie, free Jay’Ton, free Donnie, free King

We gon see they ass, for the next motherfucking season

Next episode, Trae the Truth nigga real talk

The streets ain’t never had a friend like me, fuck it