Smiles in my face, knives in my back,

Used to call me brother, now you plot your attack.

I see through the shade, I read the signs,

Fake friends love you when you're on the climb.

They say "love" but it’s just pretend,

Ain’t no loyalty, just a dead-end trend.

Cut ‘em off, I don’t need to bend,

I’m solo now — I don’t need fake friends.