MO3 - Everybody Lyrics

Errybody ain't your partner
Why the f*ck these niggas wanna go against the grain
Why the f*ck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name
Ay
True story
Oo

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 keep a hunnid on me (blah)
After what they done to Bleep
The satans, want to put them to sleep
We all used to be in a jeep
How could you do me so dirty?
How could you wait till I leave?
It's like you was hating on purpose
So now you gon' die up in threes
I got accused of some murders, ain't rattin'
So I did some time in the pen'
Trust no-motherf*cking-body again
Niggas ain't silent, nigga
Shit got f*cked up, nigga got f*cked up
Now my baby momma on the stand, raising her motherf*cking hand

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 its f*cked up and get f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And 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, I got you
When its f*cked up and get f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect yo name, I won't let a nigga talk about you

I would've killed for you niggas (niggas)
Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't)
Talking to the grim reaper
Finna get rid of you niggas (uh)
So sick of these niggas (I am)
Claiming they hittas and killas (they not)
Showing out for them bitches
Flexing on Instagram pictures (you ah dub)
Put it on my life, on my momma we gon' be straight (yeahhh yeah)
My partna looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do?)
Then the nigga turned snake
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 den a bitch, 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)
I spent 250 for the sheep (sheep)
This thunder cooked em, he in the lips
My niggas hit me for some zips (he did)
Shouldn't showed him where it is (f*ck)

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 its f*cked up and get f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And 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, I got you
When its f*cked up and get f*cked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And 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