You call me a friend as you pull out a knife and stab me in the back not once but twice, Freinds for life but that's a ttaight up lie You ain't gotta clue about ride or die I'm surrounded by wolves dressed like sheep Telling straight lies dry snitching on me Claiming it wasn't you being 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 Withing Its a full Time job dealing with fake ass freinds Every time I think I know what you'll do next end up elling me out for a yard or less you made you a doller so I'm screaming again Your straight up punk a fake ass freind I can sit and formulate a plan in my head Take a sniper shot make your fake ass dead So now I'm on the run a fugitive at large Ain't a fake ass friend around to take the charge remember it's a buyer beware fake Freinds will end up dead