how could you,
do a friend wrong
like going behind there back talking
trying to be with a person they love
I guess it's true people gone do what other people do

How could you,
lie right in front of a person who loves you
who always been there
I guess we people really don't care

How could you,
Give up on something good
just to go to something bad
chasing streets in your hood
but when it ends a lot of people will be sad

thats the moment when your gone
somebody came and took your life
see while you deep inside that grave
them same people you thought we're your friends
forgot all about you

How could you,
really think them people we're real
must be because they got all of that bread
How could they be considered as friends
when they didn't show up when you were dead

they set you up with the bust
And people wonder why i never gave alot of people trust