G‐Eazy ft. Rick Ross - Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated Lyrics

You know
Lifestyle of the rich and hated
Shadowboxing in the dark

Ayy
I drove the Bentley overseas
In southern Italy, I'm on Capri
The ones that hatin' don't believe
Prolly never seen a hunnid G's
Started out with nothing but a dream
Now it's fifteen hundred for these jeans
Now I know the way that wealthy people think
All in the Emirates lounge just politicking with some sheikhs
I'm bringin' the facts, y'all keep bringin' up bullshit
You should relax
Y'all keep looking for chinks, all in my armor, looking for cracks
Y'all keep looking for shortcuts, looking for cheat codes, looking for hacks
California living, bruh, I'm overtaxed
But all around the world, I'm on welcome mats
Oh, they think I'm a gimmick, someone told me that
The lifestyle of the rich and hated on, I guess this comes with that
I won't take nothing back
You know

Life could be worse, huh
What can I do but enjoy the perks?
No one believed in me at first
Y'all just laughed and said "Good luck, I hope it works"
Tried to block my shine, I'm who you shaded
Talkin' 'bout I'm overrated
I thought you might be juiced I finally made it, I guess
Lifestyle of the rich and hated
Oh, what a life, this is
I rolled the dice, was hoping it's nice
Tell you the truth, some days I wake up, feel like I'm over this life
Like me and hip-hop had fell out of love and broken up twice
I want all the love you fucking owe me
Surprising if by now you still don't know me
Some want the new me, some want this, some want the old me
But I thought I told you all you can't control me
Been telling Kobe, rest in peace

(Maybach Music)
Huh
Uh
Tattoos on my back, I call 'em angel's feathers
Smoking out the papers, ashes on my leathers
Tears that I be shedding, is it gon' get better? (Huh)
I let my bitches go, but kept that MAC-11
Looking in the mirror, I can see I'm flawed
Chains around my neck, still standing in my 'draws
Facetious repetitions, back to sipping sauce
Facetious repetitions, back to sipping sauce
Clothes still in my closet won't get worn for years
Never broke if I got cocaine at my fingertips
Sniff, sniff, if ,if
If you ride with me, I'm tryna make a bitch rich
Shorty, ride the wave (ride the wave)
Or walk along the beach, tryna try some things
Make it to the top, we gotta find a way (find a way)
Parachute your ass out of a private plane (boss)
(Maybach Music)