歌曲 | Real N***** Come First |
歌手 | Meek Mill |
专辑 | Dreams and Nightmares (Deluxe Version) |
[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 |