WWW.AZCHORDS.COM | Kanye West - Real Friends Chords | Ver. 2
[Intro]
C#m E F#m x4
[Verse 1]
C#m E
Real friends, how many of us?
F#m C#m
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends
E F#m
It's not many of us, we smile at each other
C#m
But how many honest? Trust issues
E F#m
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered
C#m
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle
E F#m
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
C#m E
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
F#m
f**k the church up by drinking at the communion
C#m E
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
F#m
In town for a day, what the f**k we doin'?
C#m E
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom
F#m
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem
C#m E
Damn I forgot to call her, sh*t I thought it was Thursday
F#m
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place?
C#m E
When was the last time I remembered a birthday?
F#m
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry?
[Bridge]
C#m E F#m
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime
C#m
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
E F#m
Even when we was young I used to make time
C#m
Now we be way too busy just to make time
E
Even for my...
[Chorus]
F#m
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
[Verse 2]
C#m E
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was
F#m
Couldn't tell you how old your son is
C#m E
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg
F#m
Plus I already got one kid
C#m E
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though
F#m
I just showed up for the yams though
C#m E
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister
F#m
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business
C#m E
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real sh*t?
F#m
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with
C#m E
Please don't pressure me with that bill sh*t
F#m
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children
C#m E
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me
F#m
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
C#m E
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries
F#m
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy
C#m E
Money turn your kin into an enemy
F#m
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be
[Verse 3]
C#m E
Lookin' for all my real friends
F#m C#m
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
E F#m
To real friends, to the real end
C#m E
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin
F#m C#m E
To 3 A.M., callin'
F#m
How many real friends?
Just to ask you a question
C#m E
Just to see how you was feelin'
F#m
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
C#m E
I hate when a nigga text you like, "what's up, fam, oh you good?"
F#m C#m E
You say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin'
F#m
How many?
C#m E
What's best for your family, immediate or extended
F#m
Any argument, the media'll extend it
C#m E
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was f**kin' b**ches on
F#m C#m
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him
E F#m
Real friends
C#m
Huh?
[Chorus]
E F#m
Real friends
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E F#m
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him
C#m
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
E F#m
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
[Outro]
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Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
E E F#m
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
C#m E F#m
Ooo ooo ooo oo oo
C#m E F#m
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C#m E
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