How I Feel

Fake Ass Friends

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 aint 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 line up glass

You straight pointed out me, to save your own ass

I'd rather sweat buckets, to search out peace

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 ASS FRIEND

I can sit and formulate a plan in my head

Take a sniper shot; make your FAKE ASS DEAD

Now I'm on the run, a fugitive at large

Aint a FAKE ASS FRIEND around, worth taking a charge

Their 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 Ill 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

We all had friends, which were straight perpetrating

Saying they got our back, all the way to the end

Same ole same ole, just a FAKE ASS FRIEND

So now I ride solo, I know it's a risk

If push comes to shove, I'll add my girl to the list

Now I'm RICH and FAMOUS, and you wanna make amends

But as I told you before, FUCK FAKE ASS FRIENDS!

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