You call me bro as you pull out a knife You stab me in the back, not once but twice Friends for life but that’s a straight lie You ain't gotta clue, about Ride or Die I’m surrounded by wolves thats 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 Ain't a FAKE ASS FRIEND around, worth taking a Charge