[Verse 1: Michael Minelli]
I remember when they hated on the kid, boy, how times have changed (Ha)
Now they call my phone, they ask for favors
Boy, you got some nerve, I told 'em, "See you later"
When the money come, they never act right
Yeah, they thinking that they slick, tryna act light
This gon' be a different type of conversation
If I was you, I really wouldn't wanna keep me waitin'
I do the shit they talk about, I really live it
I'm a soldier in a game, you see me on a mission
Woah, please do not approach me when I'm with the missus
Cold money and body, end of the night you gon' end up missin'
I make it through the storm, through any condition
Why you wishin' on a star? We cook in a kitchen
Call up, they can't tell him "Go 'round all the [?]"
She gettin' outta here, let's get it under control
Everybody watchin', they tryna figure out how my flow sound
Got your attention, I guess it's time that I show out

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
We'll make some bad decisions
We'll make some bad decisions
We'll make some bad decisions, decisions, decisions
We gon' make some bad decisions (We gon' make some bad decisions)
We gon' make some bad decisions (Ohh-oh-oh-oh)
We gon' make some bad decisions, decisions, decisions
[Verse 2: Futuristic]
Mmm, bad decisions or good intentions (Uh)
Women in my mentions and pictures with no descriptions
I gave that chick a mile, you barely gave her six inches; that's average
I be dentin' the mattress, rippin' extensions (Wow)
I'm gettin' this paper, it ain't a pension (No)
You n***as penny-pinchin', I'm pitchin' in extra innings
Winning, I'ma close her, I fold 'em with no redemption (Uh-huh)
Now labels wanna sign me but I am not a petition, mmm
Yo, I need a drink or somethin' (Uh)
I had a page, you go out like [?]
Rap like a sicko, bluffin' (Yah)
N-Sync, no Justin (Uh), y'all n***as backstreet boys
Backseat in a black jeep with a bad 'Rican, Lil' Troy (Ayy, ayy)
Read 'em in a week, I destroy
Shoutout to Anakin; you n***as ain't movin', you mannequins
When you start to struggle, you panickin'
I grew out to the plate, no ramekin
I get to damagin', crazy that nobody managin'
I make the music I wanted from somebody else (Hey)
Shit, if I was you, I be a fan of him (Hey), somebody come fan the kid

[Chorus: Michael Minelli]
We'll make some bad decisions
We'll make some bad decisions
We'll make some bad decisions, decisions, decisions
We gon' make some bad decisions (We gon' make some bad decisions)
We gon' make some bad decisions (Ohh-oh-oh-oh)
We gon' make some bad decisions, decisions, decisions