Intro:

See real n*ggas 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 and fly n*ggas 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*gga
Treat the motherf*cking Ghost like a Grand Marquis
Walk up with at least 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 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*ggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain't official

They got me out in the fields, the n*gga back on his gristle
Going hard with them hammers my n*ggas all in the slammer
N*ggas 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 !@%!e
Put one in your head n*gga 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 f*ck no bummy hoes that count they 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), 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*ggas got some nerve

Verse 2:


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*ggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti ('ffiti)

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, eatin' lobster and linguine

And that #~!!@ 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, tryna flip it
N*ggas 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 close with me, I'm picture word that I'm worth
Talkin' late nights you don't play wise, 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), 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*ggas got some nerve