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