Kanye West - Real Friends Chords

Kanye West - Real Friends Chords

[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