Everybody

Why the fuck these **** wanna go against the grain?

Yeah, why the fuck these **** wanna drag a **** name?

Ay, true story

I know some **** will hurt me (They hurt me)

A couple bitches who hurt me (They hurt me)

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

The D.A. I know that he workin' (Know he workin')

Prosecutors wanna help me (What?)

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

This forty I got up is dirty (Fuck 'em)

Shooter on go, and she perfect (What?)

I got a hunnid on me (On me)

The devil ride me in my sleep (Are we through, huh?)

I break a bitch in a week

Lil' bitch, I'm not what you think

I stood in the field with my hitters

I kept that rocket on me (I do)

Hate that I had to get rid of my ****

I heard they were plottin' on me (Oh, it's true)

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

Same **** 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' nine, and bitch, they know that, so get at me

Everybody ain't your friend

Everybody ain't your partner

Everybody ain't no real ****

If I say I gotcha, I gotcha

When it's fucked up, it get fucked up

Just hold it down, and keep it silent

And when you're not around, I'll protect your name

I won't let a **** talk about you

Everybody ain't your friend

Everybody ain't your partner

Everybody ain't no real ****

If I say I gotcha, I gotcha

When it's fucked up, it get fucked up

Just hold it down, and keep it silent

And when you're not around, I'll protect your name

I won't let a **** talk about you

I woulda killed for you **** (****)

Now I can't deal with you **** (I can't, yeah)

Talkin' to the Grim Reaper

Finna get rid of you ****

So sick of these **** (I know)

Claimin' they hitters and killers (They not)

Showin' out for them bitches

Flexin' on Instagram pictures (You a duck)

Put it on my life, on my mama, we gon' be straight

My partner looked me in my face before I took that case

(And what they do?)

Then a **** turn stink

Other homie turned snake (They pussies)

But I kept it real with these ****

How could they do me that way?

I was broke than a bitch, oh, I'm hustlin', I'm on my grind, yeah

(My grind, yeah)

Work my way up to a quarter-pound, sellin' dime bags

I spent two-fifty for the shit

And startin' to cook, I'm hittin' licks (Cookin')

My **** hit me for some zips (He did)

Shouldn't have showed him where it is

Everybody ain't your friend

Everybody ain't your partner

Everybody ain't no real ****

If I say I gotcha, I gotcha

When it's fucked up, it get fucked up

Just hold it down, and keep it silent

And when you're not around, I'll protect your name

I won't let a **** talk about you

Everybody ain't your friend

Everybody ain't your partner

Everybody ain't no real ****

If I say I gotcha, I gotcha

When it's fucked up, it get fucked up

Just hold it down, and keep it silent

And when you're not around, I'll protect your name

I won't let a **** talk about you

Have you ever gave your last twenty dollars to a **** that you loved?

(Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no)

And that same **** you call your partner talk about you

Drag your name through the mud

(Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)