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 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.