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Poor Decisions

 

Poor Decisions

(album: Self Made Vol. 3 - 2013)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
{M-M-Maybach Music} HUH!
Rich niggas making poor decisions [3X]
Damn... shit
Rich niggas making poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I'mma let you know just how I'm living

[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 making plagued you niggas' lives
You selling crack up on your momma porch
While she still going 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 having no balance
Young niggas having no fathers
Young niggas catching dope charges
Growing up she say she felt alone
Now she stripping 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 wearing gold
Where I'm from I guess that's how it goes

[Chorus 1: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas making poor decisions [3X]
Damn...
Rich niggas making poor decisions [2X]
All my little homies up in prison
Lupe gotta tell 'em how you living

[Lupe Fiasco]
The Beloved T-Rex says... (yeah)
Grown man bars is something you gotta deal with (huh)
Whole hand cards but nothing that you can build with
That sound like bullshit from out a bull mouth (yeah)
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 letting 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
Cause when your P-O-V is poverty
It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
Finna D-O-P-E bob and weave and the boxer boxing free
Up out them rings like it was Rocky 3 caught up in the game now
Look at how we came out like OLLY-OLLY-OXEN-FREE!
(That ain't why they watching me)
(Yeah, yeah)
Decided since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
Instead of building up a habit in them vegetables
Now early 30s, my blood pressure's incredible
Medical, yeah nigga I'm telling you
Covered in cars over community
Rappers influence your shooting sprees
Turn around and publish bars like it ain't got shit to do with me
Easy to record so ruthlessly... rich niggas

[Chorus 2: Rick Ross]
Rich niggas making poor decisions [3X]

[Wale]
Yeah, uh, can't tell you 'bout that H dude
But I'll tell you 'bout this hate dude
And I'll show you where they raise a tool
Have a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
And the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a known emblem
Label whores that'll fuck a sale and suck a store
Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord
Or afford, a Dodge, or a Ford
Where she end up on your knob cause she has never been adored
Lord help us, my generation come to an end
Cause we all selfish, but living shallow, how we gon' swim?
I mean really why should I pretend?
Walk a day up in my tennis; my soul is possessed
I'm repping my set, no matter who posing against
Once I got hot, they only good option to vent

[Chorus 2]

[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission
How 'bout poor niggas making rich decisions?
Poor niggas making rich decisions
That shit right there is more efficient
I think that might be a better description
Poor niggas making rich decisions
Can't afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em
That's a poor nigga making rich decisions
Buying jewelry but you know you're vision
Yeah! (On a mission, huh)
Maybe part 2 YEAH! {M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music}

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