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Singles


Artist: Yasin Bey
Total songs: 1
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  1. Niggas In Poorest

Niggas In Poorest Lyrics - Singles - Yasin Bey

[Intro] 

Live from America 

Yasiin, Yasiin, Yasiin 

N.I.P, sing it 

 

[Verse 1] 

Ball so hard, clean clothes look grimy, pretty women dont mind me 

So whats 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 

Theres grief here, theres 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 

Theres 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 aint want to take it off 

Singing, ball so hard, that shit cray, aint it, Bey? Diabetics, fish filet 

Ball so hard, your hustle cold, nigga it aint 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 aint in France, Im just saying 

Prince Williams aint do it right, if you ask me 

If I was him, Id 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 Im the illest, I aint got no insurance 

Its them niggas in poorest, be them rebel guerillas, huh 

 

[Interlude: Malcolm X] 

I dont 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 

Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne 

Dont 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 

Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne 

Dont get caught up in no throne 

These devils out here lying, acting like the people aint dying 

They silver and they gold, aint never saved a soul 

Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne 

Dont 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 

Dont get caught up in no throne, dont get caught up in no throne 

Dont get caught up in no throne, Allah is in control 

Are you remember?



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