Kanye West

Kanye West - Real Friends

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(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?

(Hook)

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