[Intro]

Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain

Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name

Ayy

True story

Oo

[Verse 1]

I know some niggas who hurt me (They hurt me)

A couple bitches who hurt me (They hurt me)

The jury don't want me to make it (Make it)

The DA I know that he working (Oh he working)

Prosecutors wanna hound me (What)

I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (Do me dirty)

This 40 I got that bitch dirty (Bow)

Shoota on go , he shoot perfect (What)

I gotta hunnid on me (On me)

The devil write me in my sleep (Oh, he do)

I break a bitch in a week, lil' bitch I'm not what you think (Nah)

I stood in the field with my Hittas, I kept that rocket on me (I do)

Hate that I had to get rid of my niggas, I heard they was plottin' on me (Oh, it's true)

For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs

Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they gon' jack me

My closest friends I knew since we were kids say they gon' whack me

But Ian lien, I'm slanging nine

&' bitch they know that, so get at me

[Chorus]

Everybody ain't yo' friend

Everybody ain't yo' partna

Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you

When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid

And when you not around, I protect yo name

I won't let a nigga talk about you

Everybody ain't yo' friend

Everybody ain't yo' partna

Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you

When its fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid

And when you not around, I protect yo' name

I won't let a nigga talk about you

[Verse 2]

I would've killed for you niggas (Niggas)

Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't cuz)

Talking to the grim reaper

Finna get rid of you niggas (Uh)

So sick of these niggas (I am)

Claiming they hittas and killas (They not)

Showing out for them bitches

Flexing on Instagram pictures (You ah dub)

Put it on my life on my momma we gon be straight (Yeah, yeah)

My partna looked me in my face before I took that case (And what he do)

Then the nigga turned state

Other homie turned snake (He pussy)

But I kept it real with these niggas

How could they do me that way (Yeah)

I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling

I'm on my grind, yeah (On my grind, yeah)

Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (Dime bags)

Spent 250 for the sheeps (Sheeps)

This thunder cooked em, he in the leaps

My niggas hit me for some zips (He did)

Shouldn't have showed him where it is (Fuck)

[Chorus]

Everybody ain't yo' friend

Everybody ain't yo' partna

Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you

When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid

And when you not around, I protect yo name

I won't let a nigga talk about you

Everybody ain't yo' friend

Everybody ain't yo' partna

Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you

When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid

And when you not around, I protect yo' name

I won't let a nigga talk about you

[Outro]

Have you ever gave yo' last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love

And that same nigga you call yo' partna talk about you, drag yo' name thru the mud