Kanye West - Real Friends Lyrics

(Prod. by Kanye West)
Ft. Ty Dolla $ign

(Verse: Kanye West)
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
But how many honest? Trust issues
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
I cannot blame ya for having an angle
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doing my thing
Hope you're doing yo thing too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up by drinking after communion
Spilling free wine, now my tux is ruined
In town for a day, what the fuck we doing?
Who yo real friends? We all came from the bottom
I'm always blaming ya, but what's sad, ya not the problem
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
Why ya wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?

(Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign)
Tell me ya want yo tickets when it's gametime
Even to call yo daughter on her FaceTime
Even when we was young I used to make time
Now we be way too busy just to make time
Even for my...

(Hook: Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign)
Real friends
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him

(Verse 2: Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign)
I couldn't tell ya how old yo daughter was
Couldn't tell ya how old yo son is
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
Plus I already got one kid
Couldn't tell ya much about the fam though
I just showed up for the yams though
Maybe fifteen minutes, took some pictures with yo sister
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
Ya want to ask some questions 'bout some real shit?
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit
Cuz everybody got 'em, that ain't children
Oh you've been nothing but a friend to me
Niggas thinking I'm crazy, ya defendin' me
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
To be honest, dawg, I ain't feeling yo energy
Money turn yo kin into an enemy
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be

(Verse 3: Kanye West and Ty Dolla $ign)
Looking for all my real friends
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
To real friends, 'til the reel end
Till the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
To three am, calling, how many real friends?
Just to ask ya a question, just to see how ya was feeling
How many? For the last ya was fronting
I hate when a nigga text ya like, 'what's up, fam, hope ya good'
Ya say, 'I'm good' then great, the next text they ask ya for sumthing
How many? What's best for yo family, immediate or extended
Any argument, the media'll extend it
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
Paid that nigga two hunnid fifty thousand just to get it from him
Real friends, huh?


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