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    [Intro: Rick Ross]
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Damn… rich niggas 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', played you niggas lives
    You sellin' crack up on your momma's 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 niggas havin' no fathers
    Young niggas 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 1: Rick Ross]
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Damn… rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas 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 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 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 box… 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
    Decided 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 nigga I'm tellin' you
    Covered in cars over community
    Rappers influence your shootin' sprees
    Turn around like that ain't got shit to do with me
    Easy to record so ruthlessly
    Rich niggas

    [Bridge: Rick Ross]
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas 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
    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 unknown emblem
    Label whores that'll fuck a sale and suck a store
    Left the pearl, dream of rose, but can't accord
    A Ford, a Dodge, or afford
    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?
    Walkin' dead… 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]
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
    Rich niggas makin' poor decisions

    [Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
    Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission
    How 'bout poor niggas makin' rich decisions?
    Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
    That shit right there is more efficient
    Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
    Can't afford ‘em but you still gon' get ‘em
    Buyin' jewelry but you know you're vision
    Yeah… On a mission
    Yeah… Maybe, Part 2

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