DEFENDER'S RAP

• You can call me a friend as you pull out a knife you stab me in the back not once but twice. Friends for life but thats a straight up lie you aint gotta clue bout ride or die. Im surrounded by wolves that are dressed up as sheep tellin straight lies dry snitchin on me claimin it wasnt you behind the line up glass you straight pointed out me to save yo own ass. id rather sweat buckets to search out peace than spilling gallons of blood fighting the demons in me the battle continues frighten the anger within. issa full time job dealin wit fake ass friends errtime i think i know what youll do next you end up sellin me out for a yad or less you made a dollar so im screamin again. you a straight up bitch yea a fake ass friend i can sit and formulate a plan right up in my head you finna take a sniper shot yea now you fake ass dead now im on the run a fugitive at large. aint a fake ass friend around here worth takin a charge their a dime a dozen you can find em anywhere jus dont be fooled cuz its buyer beware issa known street rule dont say it wasnt said cuz all them fake ass friends finna be dead but itll take what my dad gave me which is common sense and a walk away. issa soft ass move but ill write another day not locked up covered up dealin wit all my sins. aint nun wrong wit shootin down them fake ass friends aint a bitch or jigga round that can relate to what im feelin we all had friends which were straight perpatrating sayin they got our back all the way till the end same ole fake ass friends so now i ride solo i know thats a risk but if push comes to shove im finna add my girl to that list now im rich and you broke and you wanna make amends but as i said before fuck all yall and yo fake ass friends.