I know you hate to hear the drama, but drama's all we know
We laugh with the rich cats, when they leave, we switch back
Somebody asked "Yo, how he get that with his bitch ass?"
Comin' through on the humble just to chit-chat
He used to be down on the corner with us
He was born with niggas, but know he's on to mad figures
With mad bitches, a sharp dresser
Cool nigga but about to be called out, by the heart testers
Never known for bustin' his chrome
Wasn't soft but, wasn't respected 'till he was grown
School he graduated, somebody you could say had made it
While we stayed in the projects walkin' the pavement
Everybody has their ups and downs
But this one kid had stayed rich while we slanged the grave shifts
"I'm tired of it!" said a cat whose name I'mma leave anonymous
'Cuz he might take it as some kind of diss
Anyway, he saw him drivin' up inside the projects
Tried to stick him but he got bodied in the process (Damn)
The victor had become the victim (Dictim)
Thought he had a smooth nigga caught
But a smooth nigga licked him