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[Intro] C#m E F#m x4 [Verse 1]
Real frieC#mnds, how many of Eus? How many of uF#ms, how many jealous? Real friends C#m It's not many ofE us, we smile at each F#mother But how many honest? Trust issuesC#m Switched up the numEber, I can't be botheF#mred I cannot blame you for havin' an angleC#m I ain't got no issEues, I'm just doin' my tF#mhing
Hope you're doin' your thing too
I'm a deadbeat couC#msin, I hate family reuniEons Fuck the church F#mup by drinking at the communion Spillin' free wC#mine, now my tux is ruiEned In town for a dF#may, what the fuck we doin'? Who your real frieC#mnds? We all came from the botEtom I'm always blamin' yF#mou, but what's sad, you're not the problem Damn I forgot to call C#mher, shit I thought it was ThursEday Why you wait a weF#mek to call my phone in the first place? When was the lC#mast time I remembered a birthEday? When was the lF#mast time I wasn't in a hurry?
[Bridge]
C#mTell me you want your Etickets when it'sF#m gametime Even to call your daughter on her FaceTimeC#m Even when we was yEoung I used to makeF#m time Now we be way too busy just to make time C#m EEven for my...
[Chorus]
Real friendF#ms I guess I get what I C#mdeserve, don't I? EWord on the streets is theF#my ain't heard from him I guess I get what I C#mdeserve, don't I? ETalked down on my nameF#m, throwed dirt on him
[Verse 2]
I couldn't tell you C#mhow old your daughter Ewas Couldn't tell yoF#mu how old your son is I got my own C#mJr. on the way, dEawg Plus I aF#mlready got one kid Couldn't tell you mC#much about the fam thEough I just showed F#mup for the yams though Maybe 15 minuC#mtes, took some pictures with your sEister Merry Christmas, then I'm fF#minished, then it's back to business You wanna ask some qC#muestions 'bout some real sEhit? Like I ain't got eF#mnough pressure to deal with Please don't C#mpressure me with that bill sEhit Cause everybody got 'F#mem, that ain't children Oh you've been nC#mothin' but a friend toE me Niggas thinkin' I'm cF#mrazy, you defendin' me It's funny I ain't C#mspoke to niggas in ceEnturies To be honest, dF#mawg I ain't feelin' your energy Money turn your C#mkin into an enEemy Niggas ain't rF#meal as they pretend to be
[Verse 3]
Lookin' for C#mall my real frieEnds How many of F#mus? How many of us are real frienC#mds To real frEiends, to the realF#m end 'Til the wheels fall C#moff, 'til the wheels don't Espin To 3F#m A.M., callin' C#m E How many rF#meal friends?
Just to ask you a question
Just to C#msee how you was fEeelin' How mF#many?
For the last you was frontin'
I hate when a nC#migga text you like, "what's Eup, fam, oh you good?" YF#mou say, "I'm good" then great, the next text they ask you for somethin' C#m E How mF#many? What's best for your fC#mamily, immediate or exEtended Any argF#mument, the media'll extend it I had a coC#musin that stole my laptop thatE I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nF#migga 250 thousand just to get it from hiC#mm Real frieEnds F#m Huh?C#m
[Chorus]
Real friendsE F#m I guess I get what I C#mdeserve, don't I? EWord on the streets is theF#my ain't heard from him I guess I get what I C#mdeserve, don't I? ETalked down on my nameF#m, throwed dirt on him
[Outro]
Ooo ooo oAoo oo oAo A Ooo ooo oEoo oo oEo F#m Ooo ooo oC#moo oo oEo F#m Ooo ooo oC#moo oo oEo F#m Ooo ooo oC#moo oo oEo