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 got a clue about ride or die i'm surrounded by wolves that are dressed like sheep telling me lies dry snitching on me claiming it wasn't you behind the line up glass you straight pointed at me to save your own as i'd rather sweat buckets to search out peach then 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 every 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 your a striaght 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 their a dime a dozen you can find them anywhere just don't be fooled because it's a buyer beware it's a known street rule don't say it wasn't said because FAKE ASS FRIENDS usually wined up dead but i'll take what GOD gave me common sense and walk away it's a soft ass move but i'll write another day not locked up covered up dealing with my sins ain't nothing wrong with cutting of FAKE ASS FRIENDS ain't a chick or dude around that can relate to what i'm saying we all had friends who were striaght perpetrating saying they got are back all the way to the end same ole same ole just a FAKE ASS FRIEND so now i ride solo i know it's a risk if push comes to shove i'll add my girl to the list now i'm rich and famous and wanna make amends but as i told you before FUCK FAKE ASS FRIENDS!