Poor Decisions
(专辑: 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}