fake ass friends

You call me a friend as u 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 no nothing about ride or die I'm surrounded by wolves that are dressed like sheep I'll rub your fucking faces in the concrete telling straight up lies try switching on me claim it wasn't you then laugh behind my back you straight pointed out me to save your own ass I'd rather sweat buckets than search out peace than spilling gallons of blood fighting demons in me the battle continues its not a dream shut the fuck up and listen to me fighting the anger within it's a full time Job dealing with fake ass friends I cant sit and formulate a plan in my head take a sniper shot make your fake ass dead now I'm on the run fugitive at large no fake asses around so won't be taking a charge there's a dime a dozen you can find em anywhere just don't be fooled coz the buyer beta be aware it's a known street rule don't say it wasn't said because fake ass friends usually wind up dead