Biography:
Kanye Omari West (born June 8, 1977 in Atlanta, Georgia), also known as Ye, is a Grammy award-winning American rapper, producer, singer, author, and fashion designer.
West began making beats and rapping in the early 90s in his hometown of Chicago, Illinois, when he formed the rap group Go Getters with Chicago natives GLC and Really Doe. He later gained nationwide popularity through his work in New York, where he began producing tracks for artists such as Jay-Z, Twista, Mase, Talib Kweli and Alicia Keys.
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Other songs:
- Addiction
- All Falls Down
- All Of The Lights
- All Of The Lights Tabs
- Amazing
- Bitter Sweet
- Bittersweet
- Bound 2
- Gorgeous
- Heartless
- Heartless (the Fray Cover)
- Hey Mama
- Homecoming
- Only One
- Runaway
- Stronger
- Ultralight Beam
- Violent Crimes
- Only One (feat. Paul McCartney)
- All Day
- All Mine
- Bad News
- Bittersweet Poetry
- Blame Game
- Blood On The Leaves
- Bound
- Cant Tell Me Nothing
- Christian Dior Denim Flow
- Coldest Winter
- Dark Fantasy
- Euro
- Famous
- Flashing Lights
- Fml
- Franks Track
- Gay Fish
- Gayfish
- Ghost Town
- Gold Digger
- Good Life
- Good Morning
- Hold My Liquor
- Hold Tight
- I Love It
- I Thought About Killing You
- I Wonder
- Just For You
- Lost In The World
- Love Lockdown
- Made In America
- Monster
- Never Let Me Down
- Niggas In Paris
- No Church In The Wild
- Paranoid
- Pinocchio Story
- Power
- Real Friends
- Robocop
- Roses
- Saint Pablo
- Say You Will
- See Me Now
- See You In My Nightmares
- Spaceship
- Street Lights
- The One
- Waves
- Welcome To Heartbreak
- Wolves
- Yikes
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[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
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
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