Poor Decisions Lyrics
| Song | Poor Decisions |
| Artist | Wale |
| Album | Maybach Music Group Presents: Self Made, Vol. 3 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| feat. Lupe Fiasco & Rick Ross | |
| [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 | |
| 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' plagued you *****s' lives | |
| You sellin' crack up on your momma 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' **** 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 2: 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] | |
| 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 bull*****t 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 our is just a house of cards | |
| Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks | |
| We was born black but that *****t'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 boxer 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 | |
| Poor decider 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 | |
| Coveting cars over community | |
| Rappers influence your shootin' sprees | |
| Turn around and publish bars like it ain't got *****t 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 | |
| I have a ***** 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 a known emblem | |
| Label whores that’ll ***** a sale and suck a store | |
| Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can't Accord | |
| Or afford, a Dodge, or a Ford | |
| 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? | |
| Walk a day up in my tennis; 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] | |
| [Outro: Lupe Fiasco] | |
| Aye Ricky I'mma flip the mission | |
| How 'bout poor *****s makin' rich decisions? | |
| Poor *****s makin' rich decisions | |
| That *****t right there is more efficient | |
| I think that might be a better description | |
| Poor *****s makin' rich decisions | |
| Can't afford 'em but you still gon' get 'em | |
| That's a poor ***** making rich decisions | |
| Buyin' jewelry but you know you're vision | |
| Yeah! | |
| On a mission | |
| Yeah! | |
| Maybe part 2 |
| feat. Lupe Fiasco Rick Ross | |
| 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 | |
| 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' plagued you s' lives | |
| You sellin' crack up on your momma 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' 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 2: 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 | |
| The Beloved TRex says | |
| Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with | |
| Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with | |
| That sound like bull t 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 our is just a house of cards | |
| Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks | |
| We was born black but that t' 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 POV is poverty | |
| It' s like DOC a lottery, that DOC be lock and key | |
| Finna DOPE bob and weave | |
| And the boxer 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 | |
| Poor decider 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 | |
| Coveting cars over community | |
| Rappers influence your shootin' sprees | |
| Turn around and publish bars like it ain' t got t 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 | |
| I have a 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 a known emblem | |
| Label whores that' ll a sale and suck a store | |
| Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can' t Accord | |
| Or afford, a Dodge, or a Ford | |
| 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? | |
| Walk a day up in my tennis 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 | |
| Outro: Lupe Fiasco | |
| Aye Ricky I' mma flip the mission | |
| How ' bout poor s makin' rich decisions? | |
| Poor s makin' rich decisions | |
| That t right there is more efficient | |
| I think that might be a better description | |
| Poor s makin' rich decisions | |
| Can' t afford ' em but you still gon' get ' em | |
| That' s a poor making rich decisions | |
| Buyin' jewelry but you know you' re vision | |
| Yeah! | |
| On a mission | |
| Yeah! | |
| Maybe part 2 |
| feat. Lupe Fiasco Rick Ross | |
| 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 | |
| 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' plagued you s' lives | |
| You sellin' crack up on your momma 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' 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 2: 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 | |
| The Beloved TRex says | |
| Grown man bars is somethin' you gotta deal with | |
| Whole hand cards but nothin' that you can build with | |
| That sound like bull t 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 our is just a house of cards | |
| Just without the yards, and nice adjacent parks | |
| We was born black but that t' 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 POV is poverty | |
| It' s like DOC a lottery, that DOC be lock and key | |
| Finna DOPE bob and weave | |
| And the boxer 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 | |
| Poor decider 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 | |
| Coveting cars over community | |
| Rappers influence your shootin' sprees | |
| Turn around and publish bars like it ain' t got t 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 | |
| I have a 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 a known emblem | |
| Label whores that' ll a sale and suck a store | |
| Lust apparel, who dream of Rolls, but can' t Accord | |
| Or afford, a Dodge, or a Ford | |
| 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? | |
| Walk a day up in my tennis 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 | |
| Outro: Lupe Fiasco | |
| Aye Ricky I' mma flip the mission | |
| How ' bout poor s makin' rich decisions? | |
| Poor s makin' rich decisions | |
| That t right there is more efficient | |
| I think that might be a better description | |
| Poor s makin' rich decisions | |
| Can' t afford ' em but you still gon' get ' em | |
| That' s a poor making rich decisions | |
| Buyin' jewelry but you know you' re vision | |
| Yeah! | |
| On a mission | |
| Yeah! | |
| Maybe part 2 |
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