DEFENDER'S RAP

• 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 ain't gotta clue, about Ride or Die
• I’m surrounded by wolves that are dressed 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
• Their a dime a dozen, you can find them anywhere
• Just don’t be fooled, 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 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
• Ain't 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
• 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
• Now I’m RICH and FAMOUS, and you wanna make
• Amends