Real friends, how many of us? How many of us? How many jealous? Real friends, is that many of us? We smile at each other, but how many honest? Trust issues, switch up the number, I can't be bothered, I cannot blame you, for having an ankle, I ain't got no issues, I'm just doing my thing, hope you're doing your thing too I'm a deadbeat cousin, I hate family reunions Fuck the church up by drinking at the communion Smellin' free wine, now my tux is ruined In time for a date, what the fuck we doing? Who your real friends? We all came from the bottom I'm always blaming you, but we're sad, you not the problem Damn, I forgot to call em 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? Tell me you want them tickets when it's game time 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 real friends I guess I get what I deserved on her Word on the streets, if they ain't heard from em I guess I get what I deserved on her Talk down on my name, throw dirt on em I couldn't tell you how old your daughter was Couldn't tell you how old your son is I got my own junior on the way, dawg Plus I already got one kid Couldn't tell you much about the fam, dawg I just showed up for the games, dawg Maybe 15 minutes, took some pictures with your sister Merry Christmas, then I'm finished Then it's back to business You wanna ask some questions about some real shit Like I ain't got enough pressure to deal with Please don't pressure me with that bullshit Cause everybody got em that ain't children Oh, you been nothing but a friend to me 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 Money turn your kin into an enemy Niggas ain't real as they pretend to be Lookin' for real friends How many of us, how many of us are real friends? To real friends, to the real end To the reals, to 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? 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? Family, immediate, or extended? Any argument, the media will extend it I had a cousin that stole my laptop that I was fuckin' bitches on Paid that nigga 250,000 just to get it from him Real friends Real friends I guess I get what I deserved on a Word on the streets that they ain't heard from him I guess I get what I deserved on a Talk down on my name, throw dirt on him I guess I get what I deserved on a Talk down on my name, throw dirt on him