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wale lyrics : "Poor Decisions"

feat. Rick Ross and Lupe Fiasco

[Intro: Rick Ross]

Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions

Damn
Rich ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s havin' no fathers

Young ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions

Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Damn
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions

Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
All my little homies up in prison
Lupe gotta tell 'em how you livin'


[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
[?] says

Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with
Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with
That sound like bull%#@! 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 %#@!'ll make you [?]
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
[?] why they watchin' me, yeah, yeah

[?] 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 ^!$$% I'm tellin' you
Covered in cars over community
Rappers influence your shootin' sprees

Turn around [?] ain't got %#@! to do with me
Easy to record so ruthlessly
Rich ^!$$%s


[Bridge: Rick Ross]
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Rich ^!$$%s makin' poor decisions
Rich ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% [?] for the labels or the latest shoes
I'm from an era where gold trinkets could buy attention
And the [?] might blow your winky for a [?]
Label wars'll $#&@in' sell and set the store
Left the pearl, dream of rose, but can't accord

A Ford, a Dodge, or afford
Where she end up on your [?] 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 got option to [?]

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