Lyrics
Everybody ain't yo' partna
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain, huh, yeah
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name, huh, ay
True story

I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple of 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 end me (what?)
I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty)
This .40 I got, that bitch dirty (baow)
Shooter on go, he shoot perfect

I keep a hunnid on me, after what they done to Bleek
The same ones who put him to sleep, we all used to be in a Jeep
How could you do me so dirty, how could you wait 'til I leave
It's like you was hatin' on purpose, so now you gon' die up in threes
I got accused of some murders and bodies so I did some time in the pen
Trust no motherfuckin' body again, niggas ain't solid, nigga
Shit got fucked up, nigga got fucked up
Now my baby mom on the stand raisin' her motherfuckin' hand

Everybody ain't your friend
Everybody ain't your partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend
Everybody ain't your partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you

I woulda killed for you niggas
Now I can't deal with you niggas
Talking to the Grim Reaper
Finna get rid of you niggas
So sick of these niggas, claiming they hittas and killers
Showing out for them bitches, flexing on Instagram pictures
Put it on my life on my mama we gone be straight
My partner looked me in my face before I took that case
Then a nigga turned state, other homie turned snake
But I kept it real with these niggas, how could they do me that way
I was broke than a bitch, oh, I'm hustling I'm on my grind, yeah
Worked my way up to a quarter pound selling dime bags
I spent 250 for the shit
They startin' to cook, I'm hittin' licks
My nigga hit me for some zips
Shouldn't had showed him where it is

Everybody ain't your friend
Everybody ain't your partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you
Everybody ain't your friend
Everybody ain't your partna
Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you, I got you
When it's fucked up, it get fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you're not around, I'll protect your name
I won't let a nigga talk about you

Have you ever gave your last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love
And that same nigga you call your partna talk about you, drag your name through the mud

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): Melvin Noble, Zykerian Hood




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