DJ SUPERMAN's blog: "Texas Godfather"

FAKE FRIENDS 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 aint 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 Aint 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 Aint 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 But as I told you before, FUCK FAKE ASS FRIENDS!