[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,
Fuck the church up, I'm drinkin' at the communion,
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined,
In town for a day, what the fuck we doin'?
Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom,
I'm always blamin' you, but what's sad, you're 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 Sign]
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 Sign]
Real friends,
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Word in 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:]
I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was,
Couldn't tell you how old your son is,
I got my own Jr. on the way, dawg,
Plus I already got one kid.
[Ty Dolla Sign:]
Couldn't tell you much about the fam, though,
I just showed up for the yams, though.
[Kanye West:]
Maybe fifteen 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?
Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with.
Please, don't pressure me with that bill shit.
[Ty Dolla Sign:]
‘Cause everybody got 'em, that ain't children,
Oh, you've been nothing but a friend to me.
[Kanye West:]
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.
[Ty Dolla Sign:]
Money turn your kin into an enemy,
Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be.
[Verse 3: Kanye West & Ty Dolla Sign]
Lookin' for all my real friends.
How many of us? How many of us are real friends
To real friends to the real end,
Till the wheels fall off, till the wheels don't spin,
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, oh, you good?»
You say, «I'm good,» then great, the next text they ask you for something.
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 fuckin' bitches on,
Paid that nigga 250 thousand just to get it from him.
Real friends, huh?
[Chorus: Kanye West & Ty Dolla Sign]
Real friends,
I guess I get what I deserve, don't I?
Word in 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.