Poor Decisions (ft. Rick Ross & Lupe Fiasco) by Wale
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Damn... rich niggas makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I'mma let you know just how I'm livin'
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I can tell you' bout the Mach Five
I can show you what them blocks buy
I can tell you 'bout my block ties
I can take you to the far side
Poor decision makin', played you niggas lives
You sellin' crack up on your momma's porch
While she still goin' through her new divorce
He has a thrill as he raise his voice
When he really needs to raise his boys
Young thugs with so much talent
Young thugs havin' no balance
Young niggas havin' no fathers
Young niggas catchin' dope charges
Growin' up she say she felt alone
Now she strippin' for that pot of gold
Another fish in the bowl
They say her mother never played her role
I heard her mother always on the roll
Her mother always wearin' gold
Where I'm from I guess that's how it goes
[Hook 1: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Damn... rich niggas makin' poor decisions
Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
Lupe gotta tell 'em how you livin'
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
The Beloved T-Rex says
Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bullshit from out a bull mouth
Even the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the cold
If you hold it close together, we'll never fold
Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your soul
You don't believe in God then at least believe in odds
This house of odds is just a house of cards
Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks
We was born black but that shit'll make you dark
Even with a handful of hearts
Mind on the club just to find a little love, my regards
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