[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