Real N
Meek Mill Lyrics

See real niggas come first cause we men of respect
Real niggas are valued first as they are men of respect.

And do what we want in these streets
They have the freedom to do whatever they want on the streets.

And dope boys come second
Drug dealers come second in terms of importance.

'Cause money make the motherfucking world go round
Money is the most important aspect that drives the world.

And fly niggas come third cause he might ain’t got no money
Stylish men come third in importance, even if they may not have money.

But he still can pull the baddest bitch in the building
Despite their lack of wealth, they can still attract beautiful women.

We killing these streets nigga
We dominate these streets.

Treat the motherfucking Ghost like a Grand Marquis
Respect and value their Ghost cars like it's a Grand Marquis.

Walk up with at least 20 deep and we order a feast
They arrive in large numbers and order a feast.

I come straight from the ghetto
He was born and raised in the ghetto.

I'm ballin hard as I wanna
He has achieved great success and is happy with it.

And I'm thankful as ever that we ain't all on the corner
He is grateful that not everyone in his community is struggling on the streets.

Got that death in the system, yeah the refs with the whistles
He and his community face danger and unfair treatment from authorities.

Cause these suckas is foul they disrespect us we hit em'
They respond with violence to those who disrespect them.

Niggas claiming they real, they wrist and neck ain't official
People claiming to be real are not genuine as their material possessions are not authentic.

They got me out in the field, a nigga back on his gristle
He is back hustling on the streets and working hard.

Going hard with them hammers my niggas all in the slammer
They use guns (hammers) and many of their friends are in prison as a result.

Niggas want catch me slippin' but I don't walk on bananas
People try to catch him off guard but he is always cautious.

I'm out here strapped-er than velcro, and no I don't sell dough
He is always armed and prepared for any danger, but he does not sell drugs.

But I spit that raw shit, it's like I sell coke
He writes honest and raw lyrics about his struggles, which some people compare to selling drugs.

Put one in your head nigga like right where the shell go
He is violent and can shoot someone in the head.

Got one in the chamber, yea we on point like an elbow
He and his friends are always ready for any danger, like being sharp and on point as an elbow.

Bulletproof Range when I pull it shoot thangs
He has a bulletproof car (Range Rover) and uses it to shoot people.

Hit em close range, let him feel the blue flame
He shoots people from a close range and they feel the heat of the bullets.

Every month I buy a new car, a new chain
He buys a new car and jewelry every month with his money.

And I don't never fuck no bummy hoes that count they loose change
He does not have sex with poor and desperate women who count their spare change.

Real bitches come first (first), bad bitches come second (second)
He values genuine and honest women over physically attractive but dishonest ones.

Freak bitches come third and I keep birds all in my words
He values sexually adventurous women, and his lyrics always contain references to firearms - which are called 'birds'.

I got Percs all in my system and apple juice in my syrup
He takes the prescription drug Percocet and mixes it with apple juice in his preferred drink.

And these suckers talkin' this money shit, y’all niggas got some nerve
He is offended by people who talk boastfully about money when they don't actually have any.

I try to keep my bitches all on lay away
He tries to hold onto the women he is interested in, even if he can't afford them right away.

And if you fuck me good, you getting paid today
If a woman has sex with him well, he will pay her.

This Aude on my wrist, it cost me 80k
His Audemars Piguet watch is worth $80,000.

And I ain’t got no ice in it, rollin' out the light tinted
He doesn't have any diamonds in his watch, and he's driving a car with lightly tinted windows.

So these niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti)
When people see him, he gets their attention like a piece of graffiti on a wall.

I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie)
He always gets what he wants, as if he has a magical genie granting his wishes.

Niggas hating on me (on me)
People are jealous of him and hate him because of his success.

Know they wanna be me, at the table with my niggas, eatin' lobster & linguine
People secretly want to be like him, eating expensive food (lobster and linguine) with his friends.

And that pussy smell like Fiji
Women he is interested in have a pleasant, desirable scent.

Boy, I’ll just go swimming
He will happily have sex with such women.

Everything be foreign from the Porsche's to the women
Everything he has is luxurious and foreign, from his Porsche cars to the women he's interested in.

Up early in the morning, with the coca, trying to flip it
He wakes up early and is immediately focused on selling cocaine.

Nigas say they want the money but they don’t wanna go and get it
People say they want money, but they aren't willing to put in the hard work to earn it.

That’s why real nigga come first (first), dope boy come second (second)
He values genuinely hardworking people over those who deal drugs.

And I was out there on that curb
He was raised on the streets and has worked hard to get where he is.

With that mailbox so close with me, I’m picture word that I’m worth
His mailbox being close to him is symbolic of the fact that he receives a lot of money and is wealthy.

Talkin late nights you don’t play right, that kitchen wearin that work
He is always working hard and isn't interested in people who don't share his work ethic.

Go!
The song ends on this exclamation, expressing his confidence and power.