Real Friends Kanye West
[Intro]
C#m G#m A x4
[Verse 1]
Real frie[C#m]nds, how many of [G#m]us?
How many of u[A]s, how many jealous? Real friends[C#m]
It's not many of[G#m] us, we smile at each ot[A]her
But how many honest? Trust issues[C#m]
Switched up the num[G#m]ber, I can't be bothere[A]d
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle[C#m]
I ain't got no iss[G#m]ues, I'm just doin' my thi[A]ng
Hope you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat cou[C#m]sin, I hate family reuni[G#m]ons
f**k the church [A]up, I'm drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free w[C#m]ine, now my tux is rui[G#m]ned
In town for a d[A]ay, what the f**k we doin'?
Who your real frie[C#m]nds? We all came from the bot[G#m]tom
I'm always blamin' y[A]ou, but what's sad, you're not the problem
Damn I forgot to call [C#m]her, sh*t I thought it was Thurs[G#m]day
Why you wait a we[A]ek to call my phone in the first place?
When was the l[C#m]ast time I remembered a birth[G#m]day?
When was the l[A]ast time I wasn't in a hurry?
[Bridge]
[C#m]Tell me you want your [G#m]tickets when it's g[A]ametime
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime[C#m]
Even when we was y[G#m]oung I used to make t[A]ime
Now we be way too busy just to make time[C#m]
[G#m]Even for my.[A]..
[Book]
[(A)]Real friends
I guess I get what I [C#m]deserve, don't I?
[G#m]Word on the streets is they [A]ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I [C#m]deserve, don't I?
[G#m]Talked down on my name, [A]throwed dirt on him
[Verse 2]
I couldn't tell you [C#m]how old your daughter [G#m]was
Couldn't tell yo[A]u how old your son is
I got my own [C#m]Jr. on the way, d[G#m]awg
Plus I a[A]lready got one kid
Couldn't tell you m[C#m]uch about the fam th[G#m]ough
I just showed [A]up for the yams though
Maybe 15 minu[C#m]tes, took some pictures with your s[G#m]ister
Merry Christmas, then I'm f[A]inished, then it's back to business
You wanna ask some q[C#m]uestions 'bout some real s[G#m]h*t?
Like I ain't got e[A]nough pressure to deal with
Please don't [C#m]pressure me with that bill s[G#m]h*t
Cause everybody got '[A]em, that ain't children
Oh you've been n[C#m]othin' but a friend to[G#m] me
Niggas thinkin' I'm c[A]razy, you defendin' me
It's funny I ain't [C#m]spoke to niggas in ce[G#m]nturies
To be honest, d[A]awg I ain't feelin' your energy
Money turn your [C#m]kin into an en[G#m]emy
Niggas ain't r[A]eal as they pretend to be
[Verse 3]
Lookin' for [C#m]all my real frie[G#m]nds
How many of [A]us? How many of us are real fri[C#m]ends
To real fr[G#m]iends, to the real e[A]nd
'Til the wheels fall [C#m]off, 'til the wheels don't [G#m]spin
To 3[A] A.M., callin'[C#m] [G#m]
How many r[A]eal friends?
Just to ask you a question
Just to [C#m]see how you was f[G#m]eelin'
How m[A]any?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a n[C#m]igga text you like, "what's [G#m]up, fam, oh you good?"
Y[A]ou say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'[C#m] [G#m]
How m[A]any?
What's best for your f[C#m]amily, immediate or ex[G#m]tended
Any arg[A]ument, the media'll extend it
I had a co[C#m]usin that stole my laptop that[G#m] I was f**kin' b**ches on
Paid that n[A]igga 250 thousand just to get it from [C#m]him
Real frie[G#m]nds [A]
Huh?[C#m]
[Book]
Real friends[G#m] [A#m]
I guess I get what I [C#m]deserve, don't I?
[G#m]Word on the streets is they [A]ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I [C#m]deserve, don't I?
[G#m]Talked down on my name, [A]throwed dirt on him
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