[Intro: Rick Ross]
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Damn… rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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All my little homies up in prison
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I'mma let you know just how I'm livin'
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[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
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I can tell you' bout the Mach Five
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I can show you what them blocks buy
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I can tell you 'bout my block ties
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I can take you to the far side
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Poor decision makin', played you niggas lives
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You sellin' crack up on your momma's porch
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While she still goin' through her new divorce
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He has a thrill as he raise his voice
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When he really needs to raise his boys
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Young thugs with so much talent
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Young thugs havin' no balance
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Young niggas havin' no fathers
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Young niggas catchin' dope charges
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Growin' up she say she felt alone
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Now she strippin' for that pot of gold
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Another fish in the bowl
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They say her mother never played her role
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I heard her mother always on the roll
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Her mother always wearin' gold
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Where I'm from I guess that's how it goes
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[Hook 1: Rick Ross]
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Damn… rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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All my little homies up in prison
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Lupe gotta tell ‘em how you livin'
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[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
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The Beloved T-Rex says
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Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with
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Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
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That sound like bullshit from out a bull mouth
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Even the tepee is a full house
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Simple shelter keep you out the cold
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If you hold it close together, we'll never fold
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Why you lettin' the devil beat you out your soul
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You don't believe in God then at least believe in odds
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This house of odds is just a house of cards
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Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks
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We was born black but that shit'll make you dark
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Even with a handful of hearts
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Mind on the club just to find a little love, my regards
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Cause when your P-O-V is poverty
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It's like D-O-C a lottery, that D-O-C be lock and key
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Finna D-O-P-E bob and weave
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And the box… boxin' free
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Up out them rings like it was Rocky 3
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Caught up in the game now
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Look at how we came out like olly olly oxen free
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That ain't why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah
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Decided since like 4, 5 or sugar coated, colored edibles
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Instead of buildin' up a habit in them vegetables
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Now early 30s, my blood pressure's incredible
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Medical, yeah nigga I'm tellin' you
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Covered in cars over community
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Rappers influence your shootin' sprees
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Turn around like that ain't got shit to do with me
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Easy to record so ruthlessly
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Rich niggas
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[Bridge: Rick Ross]
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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Rich niggas makin' poor decisions
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[Verse 3: Wale]
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Can't tell you 'bout that H dude
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But I'll tell you 'bout this hate dude
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And I'll show you where they raise a tool
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Have a nigga late for the labels or the latest shoes
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I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
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And the hoes thinking might
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Blow your winky for unknown emblem
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Label whores that¡¯ll fuck a sale and suck a store
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Left the pearl, dream of rose, but can't accord
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A Ford, a Dodge, or afford
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Where she end up on your knob
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‘Cause she has never been adored
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Lord help us, my generation come to an end
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Cause we all selfish, but livin' shallow, how we gon' swim?
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I mean really why should I pretend?
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Walkin' dead… my soul is possessed
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I'm reppin' my set, no matter who posin' against
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Once I got hot, they only good option to vent
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[Bridge: Rick Ross]
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[Outro: Lupe Fiasco]
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Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission
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How 'bout poor niggas makin' rich decisions?
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Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
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That shit right there is more efficient
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Poor niggas makin' rich decisions
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Can't afford ‘em but you still gon' get ‘em
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Buyin' jewelry but you know you're vision
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Yeah… On a mission
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Yeah… Maybe, Part 2
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Poor Decisions
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Wale |