Meek Mill

Meek Mill - Real Niggas Come First songtekst

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[Intro:]
Yea, see real niggas come first cuz we made to respect 
and we do what we want in these streets
And dope boys come second cuz money make the 
motherfucking world go round
And fly niggas come third cuz he might ain't got no 
money but he still could pull the baddest bitch in the 
building
Killin 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 ballin 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
Cuz these suckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit 
em
Niggas claiming they real, they wishing their gang 
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 slippin 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), fat bitches come 
second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my 
words
I got purchase all in my system and apple juice in my 
syrup
And these suckas talkin 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, rollin 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 hatin 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
Nigas 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
Talkin late nights you don't play right, that kitchen 
wearin 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), fat bitches come 
second (second)
Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my 
words
I got purchase all in my system and half a juice in 
syrup
And these suckas talkin this money shit, y'all niggas 
got some nerve
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