Lyrics Poverty - Niheem

(Yea)
(Niheem nigga)
(Before 20)
(Eli, kill this shit)

Niggas don't know where I came from (Nah)
Where the fuck did I get my name from (Where)
Yea call me Niheem that's my middle name bitch like I said first name yall gon' say it Dumb
Poverty nigga
That shit really made me the strongest see nigga
So you can keep hating cause bitch I'm on go and on bro no one really is stopping me Nigga
And only for now they on top of me nigga
But wait until I get the dropping (Uh, huh)
I get the popping bodies get the dropping no stopping
My bitch like my dreads cause we locked in
Aks and everything came from the closet
Money get banked when I shoot no deposit
My gun like a bitch when it click then go toss it
Training my music and I got my tracks up
40 a shorty enough make you back up (Bow, bow)
Niggas be hating but bitch I don't understand (Nah)
We the same how you hate on another man (Fuck?)
Maybe because ya ass broke with a couple bands
I'm a new man walking past with a couple grand (Niheem)
But bitch that don't mean that I'm changing up
Ima always be me yea I'm stayin' us
Writing these tracks everyday and I'm stayin' up
Dunk on ya bitch y'all too soft and be layin' up

Poverty that's where I came from
Praying that someone would help ya (For real)
Walking round wit a frown they ain't felt us been moving and cruising from shelter now Wealthier
I was use to that shit now I'm keeping up
Fuckin' ya bitch and that hoe wasn't keeping up
If we on a track hope that you keepin' up
Speed it up wait speed it up I'm repeatin' stuff

Now I'm hopping back on like a bandwagon
But Niheem been here since the beginning (Ok)
And I have gotten away with murder these beats I be killing ain't seeing no witness
This is me speaking nothing was giving for Christmas but fuck it this flow I was gifted (Real shit)
You can tell by the way that I spit shit (Uh, huh)
That I lived or am living it's cryptic (Yea)
When I write it I speak it so listen
Or go over seas like a nigga was cripping
With that K we gon gravy his biscuit so F what you C bitch you ain't getting chicken
Yea I'm hot but I'm not in a bad mood
Pull out that chop it'll cook em quick like fast food (Bow, bow, bow)
I been it bitch I ain't tag you
Thought the glizzy was a slut the way them bullets ran through (Boom, boom)
Cause it's quick to bust it up if it have to (Jupe, jupe)
Leave a nigga shitty like he need a bathroom (Argh)
Like a frisbee they gon' spin until we catch you (Argh)
Couldn't wait to catch that nut just like a cashew (Argh, argh)
Achoo blick sneezing bless you (On god)
I'm too t'd bitch ill bless you (I'm turnt)
If you start get ya man done
Bitch I been street since AND1 (Jupe, jupe)

Poverty that's where I came from
Praying that someone would help ya
Walking round wit a frown they ain't felt us been moving and cruising from shelter now Wealthier
I was use to that shit now I'm keeping up
Fuckin' ya bitch and that hoe wasn't keeping up
If we on a track hope that you keepin' up
Speed it up wait speed it up I'm repeatin' stuff (Jupe, jupe, jupe)