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Niggas in Poorest

-Yasiin Bey

[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
Easy and hard to be here
Psycho, I’m liable to turn Michael, take your pick
Myers, Myers, Myers, face it
Ball so hard, got holey socks
Dope block on my stove top
Jump all johns for astronauts
High at all with 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

Ball so hard, 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 all
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 f_ck 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 twenty years ago
And I live like a man who is dead already. I have no fear whatsoever of anybody or anything

That shit cray
Ball so hard
That shit cray

[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, so it 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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