Fake masks(short idea)

Only my closest guys sticking with me,

Even when the closet filled with skeletons open freely.

Slidin' for every offense,

Ridin' through the suspense

Droppin' off all fakes like some trash bags,

Yo last piece was rubbish but they gassed it.

Your next things gone mask you,and im gone reveal it.

You backstabbin your friends like ceasar.

23 stabs to the supporting back.

Crushing all remaining trust.

This world, realness it lacks.

Gon' leave all y'all behind, do what i must.

Was walkin' with pain, eyes on money sacks.

Now im runnin' the game, leavin u in the dust.

Sex, money, murder or again choosin lust?