Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain? Huh, yeah
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name? Huh, ayy
True story
Ooh

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, huh)
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 were plottin' on me (oh it's true)
For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs (uh)
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 I ain't lyin', I'm slangin' 9 and bitch they know that, so get at me

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, and get fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it silent
And when you're not around, I'll protect yo' name
I won't let a nigga talk about you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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, and get fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it silent
And when you're not around, I'll protect yo' name
I won't let a nigga talk about you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't, yeah)
Talking to the grim reaper, finna get rid of you niggas (huh, woo)
So sick of these niggas (I know)
Claiming they hittas and killas (they not, huh)
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 stink
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 than a bitch, oh, I'm hustling, I'm on my grind, yeah (my grind, yeah)
Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags)
I spent two-fifty for the ship (ship)
The stoner cookin', hittin' licks
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did)
Shouldn't've showed him where it is, huh

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, and get fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it silent
And when you're not around, I'll protect yo' name
I won't let a nigga talk about you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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, and get fucked up
Just hold it down and keep it silent
And when you're not around, I'll protect yo' name
I won't let a nigga talk about you (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)

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