| Real friends, how many of us?
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| How many of us, how many jealous? |
| Real friends
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| It’s not many of us, we smile at each other
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| But how many honest? |
| Trust issues
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| Switched up the number, I can’t be bothered
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| I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
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| I ain’t got no issues, I’m just doin' my thing
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| Hope you’re doin' your thing too
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| I’m a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
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| Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion
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| Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
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| In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
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| Who your real friends? |
| We all came from the bottom
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| I’m always blamin' you, but what’s sad, you not the problem
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| Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday
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| Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
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| When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
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| When was the last time I wasn’t in a hurry?
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| Tell me you want your tickets when it’s gametime
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| Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
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| Even when we was young I used to make time
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| Now we be way too busy just to make time
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| Even for my…
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| Real friends
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| I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I?
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| Word on the streets is they ain’t heard from him
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| I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I?
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| Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
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| I couldn’t tell you how old your daughter was (Was)
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| Couldn’t tell you how old your son is (Is)
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| I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg (Dawg)
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| Plus I already got one kid (Kid)
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| Couldn’t tell you much about the fam though
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| I just showed up for the yams though
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| Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
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| Merry Christmas, then I’m finished, then it’s back to business
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| You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? |
| (Shit)
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| Like I ain’t got enough pressure to deal with (With)
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| Please don’t pressure me with that bill shit (Shit)
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| 'Cause everybody got 'em that ain’t children
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| Oh you’ve been nothin' but a friend to me
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| Niggas thinkin' I’m crazy, you defendin' me
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| It’s funny I ain’t spoke to niggas in centuries
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| To be honest, dawg, I ain’t feelin' your energy
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| Money turn your kin into an enemy
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| Niggas ain’t real as they pretend to be
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| Lookin' for real friends
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| How many of us? |
| How many of us are real friends
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| To real friends, 'til the reel end
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| 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don’t spin (Yeah yeah)
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| To 3 A.M., callin'
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| How many real friends?
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| Just to ask you a question
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| Just to see how you was feelin'
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| How many?
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| For the last you was frontin'
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| I hate when a nigga text you like, «What's up, fam? |
| Hope you good»
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| You say, «I'm good, I’m great,» the next text they ask you for somethin'
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| How many?
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| What’s best for your family, immediate or extended
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| Any argument, the media’ll extend it
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| I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
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| Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
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| Real friends
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| Huh?
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| Real friends
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| I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I
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| Word on the streets is they ain’t heard from him
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| Uh, I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I
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| Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him |