lirik lagu meek mill – real niggas come first
see real n-gg-s come first cause we men of respect
and do what we want in these streets
and dope boys come second cause money make the motherf-cking world go round
and fly n-gg-s come third cause he might ain’t got no money
but can still pull the baddest b-tch in the building
we killing these streets n-gg-
treat the motherf-cking ghost like a grand marquis
walk up with at least 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 all on the corner
got that death in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles
cause these suckas is foul they disrespect us we hit em’
n-gg-s claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain’t official
they got me out in the fields, the n-gg- back on his gristle
going hard with them hammers my n-gg-s all in the slammer
n-gg-s want catch me slippin’ but i don’t walk on bananas
i’m out here strapper than velcro, and no i don’t sell dough
but i spit that raw sh-t, it’s like i sell c-ke
put one in your head n-gg- like right where the sh-ll go
got one in the chamber, yea we on point like an elbow
bulletproof range when i pull it shoot thangs
hit em close range let him feel the blue flame
every month i buy a new car new chain
and i don’t never f-ck no b-mmy hoes that count they loose change
real n-gg- come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
fly n-gg- 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 nerve)
real b-tches come first (first), bad b-tches come second (second)
freak b-tches come third and i keep birds all in my words
i got percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
and these suckas talkin this money sh-t, y’all n-gg-s got some nerve
i try to kick my b-tches up 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-gg-s see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
i get what i wanna (wanna), like i own a genie (genie)
n-gg-s hatin on me (on me)
know they wanna pin me at the table with my n-gg-s,
eatin’ lobster and linguine
and that p-ssy smell like fiji
boy, i’ll just go swimming
everything but foreign from the porches to the women
i’m early in the morning, with the coca, tryina flip it
nigas say they want the money but they don’t want go and get it
that’s why real n-gg- come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
fly n-gg- come third and i was out there on that curb
with mailbox so close with me, i’m picture word that i’m worth
talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work
go!
real n-gg- come first (first) and dope boy come second (second)
fly n-gg- 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 nerve)
real b-tches come first (first), bad b-tches come second (second)
freak b-tches come third and i keep birds all in my words
i got percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
and these suckas talkin this money sh-t, y’all n-gg-s got some nerve
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