Everybody Songtext
von MO3

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