Tryhard Niday - Real Nigs Come First lyrics

[Intro] Introducing the new guys..uhh The editors with swag, not f*gs Uhh...uhh.. The new crew in Rapexegesis Whattup fam [Hook] Real nigs come first All the other f*gs are worse Don't jack our style or we'll need a naked nurse Real nigs come first [Verse 1: Nossay] Most of y'all now me as Nosmel, the dickriding f*ggot Who should just Amanda Todd himself and get raped by a maggot Well, I became an editor now, shout out to Stephen I got hot rhymes, and there's no chance I'll leave you breathin' Some of you wanted me to go, too bad I'm not leavin' Word to Weezy, my raps ain't got no ceilings Lemson ain't got sh** on me, I'm like radioactive decay Once I'm done with you, you're history like Everybody Loves Ray Been editor for like 3 weeks and I still got haters f** this sh**, it don't matter, they're my motivators I'm only 15, but got b**hes like Claire Abbott I'm on a roll, b**h, don't k** my train of thought So here's how it goes, 1, 2, 3, and to the 4 f** Lemson, don't change my sh** Phuckin f*gget, stop sending me pics of a spider girl's tits Lol, wait, wut [Verse 2: MC Quotesaq] You could find my quotes in a saq Mon débit dans un lac Along with some bodies Odd Future dropped (They Ain't Swimmin' Man) I got props, like a cool pops Topin' tracks when I'm rockin raps And if you half step, you get your a** dropped Off your pedistool , uh, you, uh, mega-fool We just some mad teens with mad dreams About swag, mad limosines, magazines and Getting fly ladies, pullin' skins like Buffalo Bill Yo heres some advice: Take the blue pill I got sk**, my physical's filled with it I was the sh**, and I still am it The more I kick it, I sicken Like Alex DeLarge After the treatment [Bridge: MC Quotsaq] (x2) Me, Nossay, and Nimpeo are chillin' Me, Nossay, and Nimpeo are top billin' We are still in, effect So check [Verse 3: Nimpeo] Dropping a verse, gonna make this sh** relevant No need to rehearse, I'm ill like an elephant Wut? f** y'all's relevance, f** my benevolence sh**s cray to say the least, rhymes ill like a Jackson dance My mind is a beast, ‘bout to unleash, letting it feast Travelling east, I'm a ninja ya bish No bish can resist, get ‘em dancing to this Making you throw up a fist, like you're throwing a fit My style is consist-ent, getting my pay-ment You can't even pay rent, foreclosing your house Impressing your spouse, leaving you ruined Feeling like you've sinned, f** it I'm out y'all *awkward silence* *music stops* *crackling begins* *some spacy sh** comes on* [Verse 4: Dyaz] Embody the futuristic catastrophe, it'll show the best of me While you will be left to be... just left to be to examine thee Simple similes circling syntheses showing sickle-cell anemia That you got for not cleaning your face when you got off my dick like Cecilia