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"Errybody Not Your Friend"

(intro)
Why the f*ck these n*ggas wanna go against the grain
Why the f*ck these n*ggas wanna drag a n*gga name
Ay..
True story
Oo

(First Verse)
I know some n*ggas who hurt me (they hurt me)
A couple b*tches 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 b*tch 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 b*tch in a week, lil b*tch im 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*ggas, I heard they was plottin on me (oh its true)
For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
Same n*ggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jack me
My closest friends , I knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me
But Ian lien, I'm slanging nine
&' b*tch they know that , so get at me

(Chorus x2)
Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real n*gga , if I say I got you
When its f*cked up, gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
&' when you not around , I protect yo name
I won't let a n*gga talk about you

(Verse 2)
I would've killed for you n*ggas (n*ggas)
Now I can't deal with you n*ggas (I can't)
Talking to the grim reaper
Finna get rid of you n*ggas (uh)
So sick of these n*ggas ( I am )
Claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them b*tches
Flexing on Instagram pictures (you ah dub)
Put it on my life on my momma we gone be straight (yeahhh yeah)
My partna looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do)
Then the n*gga turned snake
Other homie turned snake (he pus*y)
But I kept it real with these n*ggas
How could they do me that way (yeah)
I was broke den a b*tch , 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*ggas hit me for some zips (he did)
Shouldn't showed him where it is (f*ck)

(Chorus x2)
Everybody ain't yo friend
Everybody ain't yo partna
Everybody ain't no real n*gga , if I say I got you
When its f*cked up, gets f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
&' when you not around , I protect yo name
I won't let a n*gga talk about you

(outro)
Have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a n*gga that you love
And that same n*gga you call yo partna talk about you , drag yo name thru the mud

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