Lyrics

Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name True Story I know some niggas who hurt me A couple of bitches who hurt me Jury don't want me to make it DEA I know that he working Prosecutors wanna handle me I'm hoping they don't do me dirty 40 I got that bitch dirty Shooter on go and she perfect I got a hunnid on me Devil rob me in my sleep, I break a bitch in a week Lil bitch I'm not what you think I still interfere with my hittas I kept that rocket on me Hate that I had to get rid of my Niggas cause I heard they was plotting on me For the love of money my hommies they turned they back Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they gone jack me My closet friends I knew since we was kids say they gone wack Me, but I ain't lying i'm slanging 9 bitch they know 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 When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't yo friend Everybody ain't yo partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you I would a kill for you niggas Now I can't deal with you niggas Talking to the grim reaper Finna get rid of you niggas So sick of these niggas claiming they hittas and killers Showing out for them bitches flexing on instagram pictures Put it on my life on my momma we gone be straight My partner looked me in my face before I tooked the case Then a nigga turn snake other homie turned snake But I kept it real with these niggas, How could they do me that way I was broke then a bitch oh i'm hustling i'm on my grind yeah Worked my way up to a quarter Selling dime bags I spent 250 for the shit Started cooking em getting licks my nigga hit For some zippers shouldn't showed em where it is Everybody ain't yo friend Everybody ain't yo partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't yo friend Everybody ain't yo partna Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say I got you When its fucked up, gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid &' when you not around, I protect yo name I won't let a nigga talk about you Have you ever gave yo last twenty dollars to a nigga that you love And that same nigga you call yo partna talk about you, drag yo name thru the mud
Writer(s): Melvin A Noble, Zykerian Omar Hood Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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