Fake Friends (rap/poem)

You say we're more than just friends, but you pull out a knife
You tried to slash me in the damn back, missed once but hit twice
Friends for life, thats a fuckin straight up lie
You aint gotta clue, about Ride or Die

I’m surrounded by fakes disguised to be true
Telling straight lies, snitchin on me "like yup thats the guy"
Claiming it wasn’t you, behind the line up glass
You straight pointed out to me, to save your own ass

I’d rather sweat hatred , to search out peace
Than spilling gallons of blood, fighting demons in me
The fight 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 bullshit or even less
You made you a penny, so Imma say it again
You’re a straight up punk, a FAKE ASS FRIEND

I can sit and formulate this plan I got ahead
Take a sniper shot to the head; make you FAKE ASS DEAD
Now I’m 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 anywhere
Just don’t get mind fucked, because its buyer beware
It’s a known street rule, don’t say it wasn’t said

Because FAKE ASS FRIENDS, usually wined up dead
But ill take what so called GOD gave me common sense, and walk away It’s a soft ass move,
but Ill write another day Not locked up covered up, dealing with my sins
Nothing wrong with cutting off, a FAKE ASS FRIEND

Aint a chick or dude around, can’t relate to what I’m saying
We all had friends, which were straight perpetrating
Saying they got our back, all the way to the end
blah blah blah 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, Ill add my girl to the list
I got the potential to be RICH and FAMOUS, you runnin back trynna make amends
But as I told you before, FUCK FAKE ASS FRIENDS!