Rick Ross - Poor Decisions lyrics

[Hook 1: Rick Ross] Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Damn Rich n***as 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' plagued you n***as' lives You sellin' crack up on your momma 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 n***as havin' no fathers Young n***as 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 2: Rick Ross] Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Damn Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as 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 bullsh** 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 our is just a house of cards Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks We was born black but that sh**'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 boxin' 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 watchin' me, yeah, yeah Poor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles Instead of buildin' up a habit in them vegetables Now early 30s, my blood pressure's incredible Medical, yeah n***a I'm tellin' you Coveting cars over community Rappers influence your shootin' sprees Turn around and publish bars like it ain't got sh** to do with me Easy to record so ruthlessly Rich n***as [Bridge: Rick Ross] Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions Rich n***as makin' poor decisions [Verse 3: Wale] 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 I have a n***a 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 who*es that'll f** a sale and s** 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 livin' 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 reppin' my set, no matter who posin' against Once I got hot, they only good option to vent [Bridge: Rick Ross] [Outro: Lupe Fiasco] Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission How 'bout poor n***as makin' rich decisions? Poor n***as makin' rich decisions That sh** right there is more efficient I think that might be a better description Poor n***as makin' rich decisions Can't afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em That's a poor n***a making rich decisions Buyin' j**elry but you know your vision Yeah! On a mission Yeah! Maybe part 2