Real N***** Come First Lyrics
| Song | Real N***** Come First |
| Artist | Meek Mill |
| Album | Dreams and Nightmares (Deluxe Version) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [Intro:] | |
| Yea, see real niggas come first cause we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets | |
| And dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round | |
| And fly niggas come third cause he might ain’t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building | |
| Killing these streets nigga | |
| Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis | |
| Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast | |
| [Verse 1:] | |
| I come straight from the ghetto, I’m balling hard as I wanna | |
| And I’m thankful as ever, that we ain’t out on a coma | |
| There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle | |
| Cause these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em | |
| Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game ain't official | |
| They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle | |
| Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer | |
| Niggas want catch me slipping but I don’t walk in banana | |
| I’m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don’t sell dough | |
| But I spit that raw shit, it’s like I sell coke | |
| Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go | |
| Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow | |
| Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things | |
| Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame | |
| Every month I buy a new car, a new chain | |
| And I don’t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second) | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words) | |
| I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves) | |
| Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second) | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in my syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve | |
| [Verse 2:] | |
| I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away) | |
| And if you fuck me good you getting paid today (paid today) | |
| That’s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k | |
| And I ain’t got no ice in it, rolling out the light tinted | |
| So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti) | |
| I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie) | |
| Niggas hating on me (on me) | |
| Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with linguine | |
| And that pussy smell like Fiji | |
| Boy, I just go swimming | |
| Everything but foreign from the porches to the women | |
| Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it | |
| Niggas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it | |
| That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second) | |
| Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb | |
| With that mailbox so in close with me, I’m picture red that I’m worth | |
| Talking late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearing that work | |
| Go! | |
| [Hook:] | |
| Real nigga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second) | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words (in my words) | |
| I keep birds all in my words (and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves) | |
| Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second) | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve |
| Intro: | |
| Yea, see real niggas come first cause we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets | |
| And dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round | |
| And fly niggas come third cause he might ain' t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building | |
| Killing these streets nigga | |
| Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis | |
| Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I come straight from the ghetto, I' m balling hard as I wanna | |
| And I' m thankful as ever, that we ain' t out on a coma | |
| There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle | |
| Cause these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em | |
| Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game ain' t official | |
| They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle | |
| Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer | |
| Niggas want catch me slipping but I don' t walk in banana | |
| I' m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don' t sell dough | |
| But I spit that raw shit, it' s like I sell coke | |
| Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go | |
| Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow | |
| Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things | |
| Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame | |
| Every month I buy a new car, a new chain | |
| And I don' t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change | |
| Hook: | |
| Real nigga come first first and dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words in my words | |
| I keep birds all in my words and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves | |
| Real bitches come first first, bad bitches come second second | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in my syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y' all niggas got some nerve | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I try to keep my bitches all on lay away lay away | |
| And if you fuck me good you getting paid today paid today | |
| That' s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k | |
| And I ain' t got no ice in it, rolling out the light tinted | |
| So these niggas see me see me, sway em like graffiti fiti | |
| I get what I wanna wanna, like I own a genie genie | |
| Niggas hating on me on me | |
| Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with linguine | |
| And that pussy smell like Fiji | |
| Boy, I just go swimming | |
| Everything but foreign from the porches to the women | |
| Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it | |
| Niggas say they want the money but they don' t want go and get it | |
| That' s why real nigga come first first, dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb | |
| With that mailbox so in close with me, I' m picture red that I' m worth | |
| Talking late nights you don' t play right, that kitchen wearing that work | |
| Go! | |
| Hook: | |
| Real nigga come first first and dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words in my words | |
| I keep birds all in my words and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves | |
| Real bitches come first first, bad bitches come second second | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y' all niggas got some nerve |
| Intro: | |
| Yea, see real niggas come first cause we made to respect and we do what we want in these streets | |
| And dope boys come second cause money make the motherfucking world go round | |
| And fly niggas come third cause he might ain' t got no money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the building | |
| Killing these streets nigga | |
| Treat the motherfucking ghost like a grand marquis | |
| Walk up the leash, 20 deep and we order a feast | |
| Verse 1: | |
| I come straight from the ghetto, I' m balling hard as I wanna | |
| And I' m thankful as ever, that we ain' t out on a coma | |
| There been death in system, hear the ref with the whistle | |
| Cause these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em | |
| Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game ain' t official | |
| They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his grizzle | |
| Going hard with the hammers, my niggas all in the slammer | |
| Niggas want catch me slipping but I don' t walk in banana | |
| I' m outchea strapper than velcro and no I don' t sell dough | |
| But I spit that raw shit, it' s like I sell coke | |
| Put one in your hand nigga, like right where the shell go | |
| Got one in a chamber yea we on point like your elbow | |
| Bulletproof range when I pull and shoot things | |
| Hit em close range, let em feel the blue flame | |
| Every month I buy a new car, a new chain | |
| And I don' t never fuck no bummy hoes then count the loose change | |
| Hook: | |
| Real nigga come first first and dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words in my words | |
| I keep birds all in my words and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves | |
| Real bitches come first first, bad bitches come second second | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in my syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y' all niggas got some nerve | |
| Verse 2: | |
| I try to keep my bitches all on lay away lay away | |
| And if you fuck me good you getting paid today paid today | |
| That' s 40 on my wrist, you caught me 80k | |
| And I ain' t got no ice in it, rolling out the light tinted | |
| So these niggas see me see me, sway em like graffiti fiti | |
| I get what I wanna wanna, like I own a genie genie | |
| Niggas hating on me on me | |
| Know they wanna pin me at the table with my niggas, he is locked in with linguine | |
| And that pussy smell like Fiji | |
| Boy, I just go swimming | |
| Everything but foreign from the porches to the women | |
| Up early in the morning, with the coca, tryna flip it | |
| Niggas say they want the money but they don' t want go and get it | |
| That' s why real nigga come first first, dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I was out there on that curb | |
| With that mailbox so in close with me, I' m picture red that I' m worth | |
| Talking late nights you don' t play right, that kitchen wearing that work | |
| Go! | |
| Hook: | |
| Real nigga come first first and dope boy come second second | |
| Fly nigga come third and I keep birds all in my words in my words | |
| I keep birds all in my words and them people tapping my line man that shit bad for my nerves | |
| Real bitches come first first, bad bitches come second second | |
| Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words | |
| I got perks all in my system and apple juice in syrup | |
| And these suckers talking this money shit, y' all niggas got some nerve |
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