FAKE FRIENDS RAP

You call me a friend as you pull out a knife
You stab me in the back, not once but twice
Friends for life, but that’s a straight up lie
You ain't gotta clue, about Ride or Die
I’m surrounded by wolves that are dressed like sheep
Telling straight lies, dry snitching on me
Claiming it wasn’t you, behind the lineup glass
I’d rather sweat buckets, to search out peace
You straight pointed out me, to save your own ass
Than spilling gallons of blood, fighting demons in me
The battle continues, frighten the anger within
It’s a full-time job, dealing with FAKE ass FRIENDS
Ever time I think I know, what you’ll do next
You end up selling me out, for a yard or less
You made you a dollar, so I’m screaming again
You’re a straight-up punk, a FAKE butt FRIEND
I can sit and formulate a plan in my head
Take a sniper shot; make your FAKE butt DEAD
Now I’m on the run, a fugitive at large
Ain't a FAKE ass FRIEND around, worth taking a
Charge
They're a dime a dozen, you can find them anywhere
Just don’t be fooled, because its buyer beware
It’s a known street rule, don’t say it wasn’t said
Because FAKE ass FRIENDS, usually wind up dead
But I'll take what GOD gave me common sense, and
Walk away
It’s a soft ass move, but I'll write another day
Not locked up covered up, dealing with my sins
Nothing wrong with cutting off, a FAKE ASS FRIEND
Ain't a chick or dude around, can’t relate to what I’m
Saying