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