[Verse 1: Emilio Rojas]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us? How many of us, huh?
Real friends, how many of us?
Yeah, how many of us? Yeah, aye, yeah, aye
You was sending me a text: “I’m in the hospitalâ€
Saying that you overdosed on Xanax
Yeah, all them pills that they poppin’ now, they toxic though
Might as well be gettin’ high on anthrax
Yeah, we ain’t friends though, we were more like kinfolk
If you dyin’ on them Benzos, how we ‘posed to whip a Benzo, huh?
It was crazy when you lyin’ in that bed though
On the 24 watch, nurses eyin’ from the next door
IVs in the vessels of your veins, you kept it all inside
Ain’t express what’s in your brain, they mad at you for tryin’
I’m just happy you got saved, you coulda f**in’ died
But your life got in the way, real sh**
Ain’t talk to God in a while before today
So this is not a verse really, I’m just tryna pray
Uh, and you were missin’ the one that you thought you had
And then your anniversary pa**ed and it brought you back
You sippin’ on a 40 and poppin’ like 40 xans
f** trippin’ over shorties, act more like you 40 fam
Love shouldn’t make you wanna die, it make you wanna live
And I ain’t mad at you homie, ain’t nothin’ to forgive
You only get one life, you could find another chick
All of us is here when you sufferin’
[Verse 2: Emilio Rojas]
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us? How many of us?
Real friends, how many of us?
How many of us? Don’t got friends, I got brothers
We look out for each other, that’s why the circle is small
Quick to cut someone off just like a circular saw
I don’t give second chances if you hurt me before
Spent my life buildin’ walls so I could forward your call
Some will deal with depression, others deal with anxiety
Some are fightin’ addiction and strugglin’ with sobriety
Feelin’ alienated ‘cause they don’t fit with society
Torn between who they are and who they try to be
For some, it’s liquor and women, others pick the syringes
Nowadays, it’s the sh** that you can get in prescriptions
‘Cause the drug companies, they give physicians incentives
So half of the symptoms that we get, they invented
I remember when my best friend was detoxin’
Yeah, yeah, from Percocet to Methadone to Suboxone
The only time that she wakin’ up was when she vomit
No color in her face, she was pale and lookin’ jaundice
She pull up to the crib, I had to check her for pills
Shook her purse out on the floor, man, it still give me chills
Man, she’s not an addict, she’s a f**in’ person
Take her humanity away and the d** will worsen, real friends