Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Why the fuck these **** wanna go against the grain?
Yeah, why the fuck these **** wanna drag a **** name?
Ay, true story
[Verse 2]
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?)
[Verse 3]
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)
[Verse 4]
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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)
[Verse 8]
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
[Verse 9]
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
[Verse 10]
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
[Verse 11]
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)
Written by: Melvin Noble, Zykerian Omar Hood