[Intro]
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name
Ayy
True story
Oo
[Verse 1]
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)
[Verse 2: Boosie]
I gotta a hunnid on me (on me)
The devil write me in my sleep (oh he do)
I break a bitch in a week, lil bitch I'm not what you think (yeah)
I stood in the field with my Hittas, i kept that rocket on me ( i do)
Hate that i had to get rid of my niggas, i heard they was plottin on me (oh it’s true)
For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jake me
My closest friends, i knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me
But ian lien, I'm slanging nine
&‘ bitch they know that, so get at me
Everybody ain’t your friend
Everybody ain’t your partna
Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if I say I got you
When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect your name, I won’t let a nigga talk about you
Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain
Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name
Ayy
True story
Oo
[Verse 1]
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)
[Verse 2: Boosie]
I gotta a hunnid on me (on me)
The devil write me in my sleep (oh he do)
I break a bitch in a week, lil bitch I'm not what you think (yeah)
I stood in the field with my Hittas, i kept that rocket on me ( i do)
Hate that i had to get rid of my niggas, i heard they was plottin on me (oh it’s true)
For the love of money, my homies they turned they backs
Same niggas that still owe me on the pack say they got jake me
My closest friends, i knew since we were kids, say they gone whack me
But ian lien, I'm slanging nine
&‘ bitch they know that, so get at me
Everybody ain’t your friend
Everybody ain’t your partna
Everybody ain’t no real nigga, if I say I got you
When it’s fucked up, get’s fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid
And when you not around, I protect your name, I won’t let a nigga talk about you
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