Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Friends, artist - Kanye West. Date of issue: 09.06.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Friends |
| 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 you for havin' an angle |
| I ain’t got no issues, I’m just doin' my thing |
| Hope you’re doin' your thing too |
| I’m a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions |
| Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion |
| Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined |
| In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? |
| Who your real friends? |
| We all came from the bottom |
| I’m always blamin' you, but what’s sad, you not the problem |
| Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday |
| Why you 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? |
| Tell me you want your tickets when it’s gametime |
| Even to call your 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… |
| 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 |
| I couldn’t tell you how old your daughter was (Was) |
| Couldn’t tell you how old your son is (Is) |
| I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg (Dawg) |
| Plus I already got one kid (Kid) |
| Couldn’t tell you much about the fam though |
| I just showed up for the yams though |
| Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister |
| Merry Christmas, then I’m finished, then it’s back to business |
| You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? |
| (Shit) |
| Like I ain’t got enough pressure to deal with (With) |
| Please don’t pressure me with that bill shit (Shit) |
| 'Cause everybody got 'em that ain’t children |
| Oh you’ve been nothin' but a friend to me |
| Niggas thinkin' I’m crazy, you defendin' me |
| It’s funny I ain’t spoke to niggas in centuries |
| To be honest, dawg, I ain’t feelin' your energy |
| Money turn your kin into an enemy |
| Niggas ain’t real as they pretend to be |
| Lookin' for real friends |
| How many of us? |
| How many of us are real friends |
| To real friends, 'til the reel end |
| 'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don’t spin (Yeah yeah) |
| To 3 A.M., callin' |
| How many real friends? |
| Just to ask you a question |
| Just to see how you was feelin' |
| How many? |
| For the last you was frontin' |
| I hate when a nigga text you like, «What's up, fam? |
| Hope you good» |
| You say, «I'm good, I’m great,» the next text they ask you for somethin' |
| How many? |
| What’s best for your 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 250 thousand just to get it from him |
| Real friends |
| Huh? |
| Real friends |
| I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I |
| Word on the streets is they ain’t heard from him |
| Uh, I guess I get what I deserve, don’t I |
| Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him |