Lyrical Breakdown of Rich Nigga Lifestyle (feat. Nipsey Hussle & Teyana Taylor) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross feat. Nipsey Hussle & Teyana Taylor weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rich Nigga Lifestyle (feat. Nipsey Hussle & Teyana Taylor)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Uh, tell me what your crib worth I hear you talkin' war' but have you lived first? I'm just here to keep it real' not make you feel worse Maybe a lost cause' but let's still search Until the day I die, holdin' my guns high Brother have a friend and enemy, which one am I? Fuck a bird box' I wanna see my brother fly No longer shackled in chains, young nigga crucified Walkin' down the block holdin' my boom box Optimistic dirty nigga, clean tube socks They gon' keep us in the ghetto 'til we move out And we need some better books up in that schoolhouse Rolls Royce weather Rich dirty nigga' it took so much effort I don't give a fuck about who sold more records Bein' self-made give me so much leverage, Boss Ooh Got money, got women, got cash, I'ma spend it on you Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh It's a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) I'm so iced out (Iced out, yeah) Iced out, yeah Look (Maybach Music) How many niggas on your payroll? Rich gangbangers, y'all ain't even know they make those Double caseloads, push buttons, I got say-so When it's war time, never lay low, y'all play roles I can't name a fake nigga that was not exposed How y'all niggas so surprised that Tekashi told? Ain't a real street nigga 'less you got a code Mines one comma, nigga, followed by a lot of O's In the back of the 'Bach, rock a lot of gold Rap music on the charts like it's rock and roll Add somethin' to the art, make a lot of dope Gotta play my part from the start 'cause that's all I know Double M's, double R's, nigga, all I roll Court side, goin' viral when them punches thrown On Crenshaw takin' pictures like we Rich and Po 'Nother rich rap nigga, word to Ricky Roz' (Maybach Music) Yeah Ooh Got money, got women, got cash, I'ma spend it on you Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh It's a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) Iced out, yeah It's a rich nigga lifestyle Heard they want a richer boy to rush just like I'm Malcolm X Jealous of my point-of-view, watchin' the sunset I just keep on movin' so you won't catch a contact All my dirty niggas showin' me where the love at Drop the top, candy painted, haters eliminated Take a photo for fanatics, I often demonstrate it Rich nigga, dirty game, I'm talkin' Nick Saban Rich reignin' every day, whiter than Dick Cheney Dirty nigga, but my sneakers new She can go and get the two-door in a week or two Dirty nigga with a couple things I could treat her to Or maybe send her to the jeweler just like Meek'd do Real niggas that was born to kill Dirty niggas touchin' 40 mil' 40 cars on the sporty wheels Gold bars in my shorty wheels Ooh Got money, got women, got cash, I'ma spend it on you Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh It's a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) Hell of a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) Iced out, yeah It's a rich nigga lifestyle Ain't nothin' changed but the commas They say the more money, more problems But you don't really want these problems So watch what you say to me Shorty, come easily You ain't who you claim to be I'm just tryna keep it real Ain't no fucks around here 'Cause we're self-made This forever is the lifestyle Ooh Got money, got women, got cash, I'ma spend it on you Maybach all tinted, but you see how you're livin', ooh It's a lifestyle, yeah (Lifestyle, yeah) I'm so iced out, yeah (Iced out, yeah) Iced out, yeah It's a rich nigga lifestyle M-M-M-Maybach Music