[Intro]
Why the fuck these n***as wanna go against the grain
Why the fuck these n***as wanna drag a n***a name
Ayy
True story
Oo

[Verse 1]
I know some n***as 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 n***as, I heard they was plottin' on me (Oh, it's true)
For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
Same n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***a talk about you
Everybody ain't yo' friend
Everybody ain't yo' partna
Everybody ain't no real n***a, 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 n***a talk about you

[Verse 2]
I would've killed for you n***as (N***as)
Now I can't deal with you n***as (I can't cuz)
Talking to the grim reaper
Finna get rid of you n***as (Uh)
So sick of these n***as (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 n***a turned state
Other homie turned snake (He pussy)
But I kept it real with these n***as
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 n***as 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 n***a, 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 n***a talk about you
Everybody ain't yo' friend
Everybody ain't yo' partna
Everybody ain't no real n***a, 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 n***a talk about you

[Outro]
Have you ever gave yo' last twenty dollars to a n***a that you love
And that same n***a you call yo' partna talk about you, drag yo' name thru the mud