[Verse 1]
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
I don't wanna sus
I can't he wanna
I cannot blame you
I'll be to dangue
I got the thing too
Now doing your thing then
Hope you're doin' your thing, too
I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions
Fuck the church up by drinkin' at the communion
Spillin' free wine, now my tux is ruined
I'm just trying to find her, 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 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?
Uh

[Bridge]
Tell me you when [?] on the gametime
Even to call your daughter on her FaceTime
Even [?] wanna make time
Even if you too busy just to make time
[Chorus]
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]
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
Couldn't tell you [?] though
I just showed up for the duh duh
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
Cause everybody [?] in the building
N***as thinkin' I'm crazy, you defendin' me
It's funny I ain't spoke to n***as in centuries
To be honest, dawg, I ain't feelin' your energy

[Verse 3]
Real friends
How many of us? How many of us?
Oh, real friends to real friends
To the real end
To the real end
Til' the wheels don't spin
To the 3:00 a.m. - calling
How many?
Just to ask you a question just to see how you was feeling?
How many?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a n***a 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 and immediate or extended
I got the [?] that be pretending
I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on
Paid that n***a two-hundred-fifty-thousand just to get it from him
Real friends
Huh?
[Chorus: Kanye West]
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