เนื้อเพลง Real N*ggas Come First - Meek Mill

[Intro:]
Yea, see Real N*ggas 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 motherf*cking world go round
And fly n*ggas come third cuz he might ain't got no money but he still could pull the baddest b*tch in the building
Killin these streets n*gga
Treat the motherf*cking 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 s*ckers is fowl, they disrespect us, we hit em
N*ggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck game aint official
They got me out in the field, a n*gga back on his grizzle
Going hard with the hammers, my n*ggas all in the slammer
N*ggas 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 sh*t, it's like I sell coke
Put one in your hand n*gga, 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 f*ck no bummy hoes then count the loose change

[Hook:]
Real n*gga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly n*gga 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 sh*t bad for my nerves)
Real b*tches come first (first), fat b*tches come second (second)
Freak b*tches 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 s*ckas talkin this money sh*t, y'all n*ggas got some nerve

[Verse 2:]
I try to keep my b*tches all on lay away (lay away)
And if you f*ck 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 n*ggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
N*ggas hatin on me (on me)
Know they wanna pin me at the table with my n*ggas, he is locked in with linguine
And that p*ssy 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 n*gga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
Fly n*gga 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 n*gga come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
Fly n*gga 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 sh*t bad for my nerves)
Real b*tches come first (first), fat b*tches come second (second)
Freak b*tches 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 s*ckas talkin this money sh*t, y'all n*ggas got some nerve