Kanye West – Real Friends Chords

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G
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
F*ck 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