作词 : Kanye West/Matthew Samuels/Adam Feeney/Darren Charles King/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/Jalil Hutchins/Lawrence Smith/Kejuan Waliek Muchita/G. Proby

作曲 : Kanye West/Matthew Samuels/Adam Feeney/Darren Charles King/Mike Dean/Noah Goldstein/Jalil Hutchins/Lawrence Smith/Kejuan Waliek Muchita/G. Proby

[Verse 1: Kanye West]

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

**** the church up by drinkin' at the communion

Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined

In town for a day, what the **** 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?

[Bridge: Ty Dolla $ign]

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...

[Chorus: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

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

[Verse 2: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

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

[Verse 3: Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

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 ****in' bitches on

Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him

Real friends

Huh?

[Chorus: Kanye West, Kanye West & Ty Dolla $ign]

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 h