Real N***** Come First Lyrics - Dreams & Nightmares - Meek Mill

See real niggas come first cause we men of respect 

and 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 can still pull the baddest bitch in the building 

We killing these streets nigga 

Treat the motherfucking Ghost like a Grand Marquis 

Walk up with at least 20 deep and we order a feast 

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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' 

Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain't official 

They got me out in the fields, the nigga back on his gristle 

Going hard with them hammers my niggas all in the slammer 

Niggas 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 shit, It's like I sell coke 

Put one in your head nigga like right where the shell 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 fuck no bummy hoes that count they loose change 

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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 nerve) 

Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second) 

Freak bitches 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 shit, y'all niggas got some nerve 

I try to kick my bitches up 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, 

eatin' lobster and linguine 

And that pussy 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 nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second) 

Fly nigga 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 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 nerve) 

Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second) 

Freak bitches 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 shit, y'all niggas got some nerve 

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