Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated lyrics |G-Eazy

Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated lyrics by G-Eazy from album titled When It’s Dark Out (Deluxe Edition) .Rick Ross & G-Eazy have written the lyrics of ” Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated ” Song.

Song: Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated
Featuring: Rick Ross
Artist: G-Eazy
Lyricist: Rick Ross & G-Eazy
Album: When It’s Dark Out (Deluxe Edition)
Release Date: December 11, 2020

Lifestyles of the Rich & Hated lyrics

[Intro: G-Eazy]
You know
Lifestyle of the rich & hated
Shadowboxing in the dark

[Verse 1: G-Eazy]
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 bullshit
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

[Verse 2: 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 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

[Verse 3: 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 bitches 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 cocaine at my fingertips
Sniff sniff, if if
If you ride with me, I’m tryna make a bitch rich
Shit, 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 ass out of a private plane