you call me a friend as you pull out the knivef you stab me in the back not once but twice friends for live but thats a straight up lie you aint hot a clue about ride or die im surounded by wolfs dressed like sheep tellin strayght lies,dry snitching on me clayming it wasn't you behind the line up glas you straight pointed me out to save your own ass id eather sweat out buckets ,to search the peace Than spilling galons of blod,fighting demons in me The battle continues , fighting the anger with in its a full time job dealing with FAKE ASS FRIENDS Everytime i think i know what youl so next You end up selling me out ,for a yard or less you made you a dollar,so im 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 and make your FAKE ASS DEAD Now im 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 annywhere just dont be fooled , because its buyer be ware its a known street rule dont say it wasn't said Because FAKE ASS FRIENDS usually wined up dead But il take what GOD gave me comon sence and walk away its a soft ass move but ill write another day Not locked up covered up dealing with my sins Nothing wrong with cutting of,A FAKE ASS FRIEND Ain't a chick or dude around ,cant relate to what im saying We all had friends whitch where straight up perpetraying 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 the risk if push comes to shove ill add my girl to the list but as i told you bevore ,FUCK FAKE ASS FRIENDS END