Got Koke - Real n***as Come First lyrics

[Intro: Omelly] See real n***as 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**ing world go round And fly n***as come third cause he might ain't got no money But he still can pull the baddest b**h in the building We k**ing these streets n***a Treat the motherf**ing 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 d**h in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles Cause these s**as is foul they disrespect us we hit em' n***as claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain't official They got me out in the field, a n***a back on his gristle Going hard with them hammers my n***as all in the slammer n***as want catch me slippin' but I don't walk on bananas I'm out here strapped-er than velcro, and no I don't sell dough But I spit that raw sh**, it's like I sell coke Put one in your head n***a 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, a new chain And I don't never f** no bummy hoes that count they loose change [Hook] Real n***a come first (first) and dope boy come second (second) Fly n***a 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** bad for my nerves) Real b**hes come first (first), bad b**hes come second (second) Freak b**hes 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 s**ers talkin this money sh**, y'all n***as got some nerve [Verse 2] I try to keep my b**hes all on lay away (lay away) And if you f** me good, you getting paid today (paid today) This Aude on my wrist, it cost me 80k And I ain't got no ice in it, rollin out the light tinted So these n***as see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti) I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie) n***as hating on me (on me) Know they wanna be me, at the table with my n***as, eatin' lobster & linguine And that p**y smell like Fiji Boy, I'll just go swimming Everything foreign from the porches to the women I'm early in the morning, with the c**a, trying to flip it Nigas say they want the money but they don't wanna go and get it That's why real n***a come first (first), dope boy come second (second) Fly n***a 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! [Hook]