Chepe45, Quando Rondo - Fake People lyrics
Quando Rondo [Tyquian Terrel Bowman] Savannah, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Chepe45, Quando Rondo - Fake People lyrics]
(Chepe)
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 thе anger within
It’s a full time job
Dealing with FAKE ASS FRIENDS
Evеr 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 charge
(Quando Rondo) their a dime a dozen
You can find them anywhere
Just don’t be fooled
Because it's 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
Ain't 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
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 thе anger within
It’s a full time job
Dealing with FAKE ASS FRIENDS
Evеr 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 charge
(Quando Rondo) their a dime a dozen
You can find them anywhere
Just don’t be fooled
Because it's 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
Ain't 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