Lyrical Breakdown of Real Niggas Come First - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Niggas Come First" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real Niggas Come First" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Meek Mill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to Meek Mill's narrative.

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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 he still can 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 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 field, a 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 strapped-er 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, a new chain And I don't never fuck no bummy hoes that count they loose change 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 nerves) 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 suckers talkin' this money shit, y'all niggas got some nerve I try to keep my bitches all on lay away (lay away) And if you fuck 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 niggas see me (see me), sway em like graffiti (fiti) I get what I wanna (wanna), like I own a genie (genie) Niggas hating on me (on me) Know they wanna be me, at the table with my niggas, eatin' lobster & linguine And that pussy smell like Fiji Boy, I'll just go swimming Everything be foreign from the Porsche's to the women Up early in the morning, with the coca, trying to flip it Nigas say they want the money but they don't wanna 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 that 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 nerves) 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 suckers talkin' this money shit, y'all niggas got some nerve