Fake Friends
• Written by YaBoiGhostDan
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
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
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YaBoiGhostDan
Member since July 20 2019