[Intro: Rick Ross]
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Huh, rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Damn, check
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
I'ma 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' plaguing 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
[Chorus: 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 bullshit from out a bull mouth
Even the tepee is a full house
Simple shelter keep you out the cold
If we hold it close together, we'll never fold
Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your soul?
If 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 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 that boxer boxin' free
Up out them rings like it was Rocky III, caught up in the game now
Look at how we came out like olly olly oxen free
Golly, why they watchin' me?
Yeah, yeah, poor decider since like four, five 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 shit to do with me
Easy to record so ruthlessly, rich n***as
[Chorus: Rick Ross & Lupe Fiasco]
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions (Yeah)
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions

[Verse 3: 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
It'll 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 whores who 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 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
Ralph, Genius

[Chorus: Rick Ross]
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions
Rich n***as makin' poor decisions, damn
[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
Ay Ricky, I'ma flip the mission
How 'bout poor n***as makin' rich decisions?
Yeah, poor n***as makin' rich decisions
That shit 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' jewelry but you know your vision
Yeah, on a mission, hah
Maybe part two, yeah!
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