Kanye West

Real Friends(Chords)

Kanye West

Key: C#m

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Intro: C#m G#m A x4 

verse 1 

         C#m              G#m 
Real friends, how many of us? 
             A                                C#m  
How many of us, how many jealous? Real friends 
                G#m                     A 
It's not many of us, we smile at each other 
                                 C#m  
But how many honest? Trust issues 
                   G#m                    A 
Switched up the number, I can't be bothered 
                                      C#m  
I cannot blame you for havin' an angle 
                  G#m                       A 
I ain't got no issues, I'm just doin' my thing 

Hope you're doin' your thing too 
                  C#m                     G#m 
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions 
                A 
Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion 
               C#m                   G#m 
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined 
               A 
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'? 
                  C#m                          G#m 
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom 
                    A 
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're not the problem 
                      C#m                             G#m 
Damn I forgot to call her, shit I thought it was Thursday 
                 A 
Why you wait a week to call my phone in the first place? 
              C#m                          G#m 
When was the last time I remembered a birthday? 
              A 
When was the last time I wasn't in a hurry? 

Bridge

C#m                   G#m                A 
Tell me you want your tickets when it's gametime 
                                          C#m  
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime 
                  G#m                  A 
Even when we was young I used to make time 
                                         C#m  
Now we be way too busy just to make time 
G#m         A 
Even for my... 


Hook 
(A) 
Real friends 
                     C#m 
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? 
G#m                         A 
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him 
                     C#m 
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? 
G#m                     A 
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him 


verse 2,
 
                    C#m                   G#m 
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was 
                A 
Couldn't tell you how old your son is 
             C#m              G#m 
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg 
        A 
Plus I already got one kid 
                   C#m                 G#m 
Couldn't tell you much about the fam though 
              A 
I just showed up for the yams though 
             C#m                                G#m 
Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister 
                           A 
Merry Christmas, then I'm finished, then it's back to business 
                    C#m                       G#m 
You wanna ask some questions 'bout some real shit? 
                  A 
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with 
             C#m                         G#m 
Please don't pressure me with that bill shit 
                     A 
Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children 
                C#m                   G#m 
Oh you've been nothin' but a friend to me 
                     A 
Niggas thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me 
                   C#m                  G#m 
It's funny I ain't spoke to niggas in centuries 
               A 
To be honest, dawg I ain't feelin' your energy 
                C#m           G#m 
Money turn your kin into an enemy 
              A 
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be 


verse 3 

            C#m             G#m 
Lookin' for all my real friends 
            A                              C#m 
How many of us? How many of us are real friends 
          G#m                 A 
To real friends, to the real end 
                     C#m                        G#m 
'Til the wheels fall off, 'til the wheels don't spin 
    A             C#m    G#m 
To 3 A.M., callin' 
          A 
How many real friends? 

Just to ask you a question    
        C#m              G#m 
Just to see how you was feelin' 
     A 
How many? 

For the last you was frontin' 
               C#m                         G#m 
I hate when a nigga text you like, 'what's up, fam, oh you good?' 
 A                                                                      C#m    G#m 
You say, 'I'm good' then great, the next text they ask you for somethin' 
     A 
How many? 
                      C#m                   G#m 
What's best for your family, immediate or extended 
       A 
Any argument, the media'll extend it 
          C#m                           G#m 
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on 
           A                                     C#m 
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him 
         G#m    A 
Real friends    
    C#m 
Huh? 

Hook 
            G#m    A#m 
Real friends    
                     C#m 
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? 
G#m                         A 
Word on the streets is they ain't heard from him 
                     C#m 
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I? 
G#m                     A 
Talked down on my name, throwed dirt on him
	        

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