Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign - Real Friends lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
Ty Dolla $ign [Tyrone William Griffin Jr.] Los Angeles, California, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West, Ty Dolla $ign - Real Friends lyrics]
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 AM, 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
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 AM, 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