Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Niggas Come First, artist - Meek Mill.
Date of issue: 25.10.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Real Niggas Come First |
Yeah, 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 |
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 |
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 |
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! |
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 |