Rick Ross, G-Eazy - Lifestyles Of The Rich & Hated lyrics

You know lifestyle of the rich and hated
Shadowboxin' in the dark

Ayy i drove the Bentley overseas
In southern Italy, I'm on Capri
The ones that hate and don't believe
Prolly never seen a hundred G's
Started out with nothin' 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
Politickin' with some sheikhs
I'm bringin' up facts
Y'all keep bringin' up bullshit
Y'all should relax
Y'all keep lookin' for chinks
All in my armor, lookin' for cracks
Y'all keep lookin' for shortcuts
Lookin' for cheat codes, lookin' for hacks
California livin', 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 nothin' 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 hopin' 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 fuckin' owe me
Surprisin' 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 (M-M)
Mentality's Kobe, rest in peace
(Maybach Music)

Uh (M-M) uh
Tattoos on my back
I call 'em angel's feathers (Amazing)
Smokin' out them papers
Ashes on my leathers (Amazing)
Tears that I be sheddin'
Is it gone get better? (Huh)
I let my bitches go, but kept that MAC-11
(Brrr)
Lookin' in the mirror, I can see 'em flaws
(I see it, bitch) chains around my neck
Still standin' in my 'draws
(I see it, bitch)
Seizures, repetitions, back to sippin' sauce
(I see it, bitch)
Seizures, repetitions, back to sippin' sauce
(I'm sippin' sauce)
Clothes still in my closet won't
Get worn for years (Huh)
Never broke if I got cocaine at my fingertips
(M-M)
Sniff-sniff (Sniff-sniff) , if-if (If-if)
If you ride with me
I'm tryna make a bitch rich
(Bitch rich, go)
Shawty ride the wave (Ride the wave)
I walk along the beach tryna try some things
(Woo)
Make it to the top, we gotta find a way
(Find a way, the biggest boss)
Parachute your ass out of a private plane
(Boss) (M-Maybach Music)