Wale - Poor Decisions Lyrics
feat. Lupe Fiasco & Rick Ross[Hook 1: Rick Ross]Rich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsDamnRich niggas makin' poor decisionsAll my little homies up in prisonI'mma let you know just how I'm livin'[Verse 1: Rick Ross]I can tell you' bout the Mach FiveI can show you what them blocks buyI can tell you 'bout my block tiesI can take you to the far sidePoor decision makin' plagued you niggas' livesYou sellin' crack up on your momma porchWhile she still goin' through her new divorceHe has a thrill as he raise his voiceWhen he really needs to raise his boysYoung thugs with so much talentYoung thugs havin' no balanceYoung niggas havin' no fathersYoung niggas catchin' dope chargesGrowin' up she say she felt aloneNow she strippin' for that pot of goldAnother fish in the bowlThey say her mother never played her roleI heard her mother always on the rollHer mother always wearin' goldWhere I'm from I guess that's how it goes[Hook 2: Rick Ross]Rich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsDamnRich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsAll my little homies up in prisonLupe gotta tell 'em how you livin'[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]The Beloved T-Rex saysGrown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal withWhole hand cards but nothin' that you can build withThat sound like bullshit from out a bull mouthEven the tepee is a full houseSimple shelter keep you out the coldIf you hold it close together, we'll never foldWhy you lettin' the devil beat you out your soulYou don't believe in God then at least believe in oddsThis house of our is just a house of cardsJust without the yards, and nice adjacent parksWe was born black but that shit'll make you darkEven with a handful of heartsMind on the club just to find a little love, my regardsCause when your P-O-V is povertyIt's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and keyFinna D-O-P-E bob and weaveAnd the boxer boxin' freeUp out them rings like it was Rocky 3Caught up in the game nowLook at how we came out like olly olly oxen freeThat ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeahPoor decider since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored ediblesInstead of buildin' up a habit in them vegetablesNow early 30s, my blood pressure's incredibleMedical, yeah nigga I'm tellin' youCoveting cars over communityRappers influence your shootin' spreesTurn around and publish bars like it ain't got shit to do with meEasy to record so ruthlesslyRich niggas[Bridge: Rick Ross]Rich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisionsRich niggas makin' poor decisions[Verse 3: Wale]Can't tell you 'bout that H dudeBut I'll tell you 'bout this hate dudeAnd I'll show you where they raise a toolI have a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoesI'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attentionAnd the hoes thinking might blow your winky for a known emblemLabel whores that’ll ***** a sale and suck a storeLust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't AccordOr afford, a Dodge, or a FordWhere she end up on your knob cause she has never been adoredLord help us, my generation come to an endCause 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 possessedI'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin' againstOnce I got hot, they only good option to vent[Bridge: Rick Ross][Outro: Lupe Fiasco]Aye Ricky I'mma flip the missionHow 'bout poor niggas makin' rich decisions?Poor niggas makin' rich decisionsThat shit right there is more efficientI think that might be a better descriptionPoor niggas makin' rich decisionsCan't afford 'em but you still gon' get 'emThat's a poor nigga making rich decisionsBuyin' jewelry but you know you're visionYeah!On a missionYeah!Maybe part 2
