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• Written by NHF
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
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NHF
Member since August 3 2019