Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated (Explicit) - G-Eazy/Rick Ross

Lyrics by：Gerald Gillum/Carlos E. Martin/Matthew Samuels/Quentin Miller/William Roberts/Cooper McGill

Composed by：Gerald Gillum/Carlos E. Martin/Matthew Samuels/Quentin Miller/William Roberts/Cooper McGill

G-Eazy：

You know

Lifestyle of the rich & hated

Shadowboxing in the dark

G-Eazy：

Ayy

I drove the Bentley overseas

In southern Italy I'm on Capri

The ones that hatin' don't believe

Prolly never seen a 100 G's

Started out with nothing but a dream

Now it's 1500 for these jeans

Now I know the way that wealthy people think

Smiles he's politicking with some

I'm bringin' the facts y'all keep bringin' up bulls**t

Y'all 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

G-Eazy：

Life could be worse

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 woke 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 f**king 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

Rick Ross：

Death was on my back I call him angel's feathers

Smoking out them papers ashes on my leathers

Tears that I be shedding is it gone get better

I let my b***hes know we kept it like 11

Looking in the mirror I can see them flaws

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 c*****e at my fingertips

Sniff sniff if if

If you ride with me I'm tryna make a b***h rich

S**t I be riding waves

Been walking on the beach deciding to try some things

Make it to the top we gotta find a way

Better shoot your a*s out of a private plane