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<strong>Niggas In Poorest Lyrics</strong>

[Intro]

Live from America

Yasiin, Yasiin, Yasiin

N.I.P, sing it

[Verse 1]

Ball so hard, clean clothes look grimy, pretty women don’t mind me

So what’s fifty grand to a young nigga like me? More than my annual salary

Ball so hard, this shit crazy, fought my side, the whole world hate me

Nervous stares hit the third affairs, Savannahs can of police tracing

Ball so hard, this shit weird, we be home and still be scared

There’s grief here, there’s peace here, its easy and hard to be here

Psycho, liable to turn Michael, take your pick, Myers, Myers, Myers, same shit

Ball so hard, got holey socks, dope block on my stove top

Jumbotrons for astronauts, high at all but no planet rock, say

Ball so hard, this chopper too, we starving Marvin, you hot food

There’s birds of prey, no escape, open-air prison, no pursuit

Ball so hard, who getting faded? Little Maurice in the sixth grade

No mama, no father, role model the dope game, say

Ball so hard, bitch behave, standing behind the deuce-deuce-trey

Ice-cold, heat blow, closed casket, cold case

[Hook]

Ball so hard, that shit cray

that shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

that shit cray, that shit cray, that shit cray

[Verse 2]

These young bloods is looking scary at the mall

They wearing pants, you can still see they drawers

They rob a nigga in the bathroom stall

They took his life cause he ain’t want to take it off

Singing, ball so hard, that shit cray, ain’t it, Bey? Diabetics, fish filet

Ball so hard, your hustle cold, nigga it ain’t spring

Every winter and I ‘em with my heat again

Bourgie girl, grab your hand, show you how to do this ghetto dance

Fuck your French, we ain’t in France, I’m just saying

Prince Williams ain’t do it right, if you ask me

If I was him, I’d put some black up in my family

Fake Gucci, my nigga, fake Louis, my killa

Real drugs, my dealer, who the fuck is Margiela?

Doctors say I’m the illest, I ain’t got no insurance

It’s them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh

[Interlude: Malcolm X]

I don’t worry. I tell you, I am a man who believed that I died 20 years ago

And I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

[Hook]

[Verse 3]

To the kings and queens and everyone in every place, yo

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

Towers of Babylon rise up and so they shall fall

As it was written before, amen, the show goes on

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

These devils out here lying, acting like the people ain’t dying

They silver and they gold, ain’t never saved a soul

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne

Shout-outs to the earth and to the heavens, lunar, solar eclipses

We seeking for forgiveness and safety for our children

Don’t get caught up in no throne, don’t get caught up in no throne

Don’t get caught up in no throne, Allah is in control

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