Verse 1: Private jets, but they scared of the ground, Talking ’bout peace while they buying more sound, Champagne dreams in a plastic cup, Posting fake love just to level up. They rent their confidence, lease their pride, Swipe for respect, never pay with time, I see the rage behind diamond teeth, Shiny outside, but the hunger’s beneath. Chorus: Rich life, big smile, hollow inside, Gold on the wrist but the soul on standby, Mad at the system, happy in disguise, Laughing with money, I’m laughing at lies. Verse 2: Yachts in the water, stress on the deck, Everyone flexing, nobody’s real, bet, Talking freedom from cages of chrome, Million-dollar view, still don’t feel home. They scared of silence, need noise to exist, Buying attention, avoiding the risk, I play the clown, turn truth to a joke, Parody kings in a castle of smoke. Chorus: Rich life, big smile, hollow inside, Gold on the wrist but the soul on standby, Mad at the system, happy in disguise, Laughing with money, I’m laughing at lies. Verse 3: Designer pain stitched into the seams, Selling perfection, chasing routines, They count their worth by followers gained, I count my wins by staying sane. Anger in my chest, joy in my step, I flip that contrast, cash the respect, They toast to success with envy and fear, I toast to the moment, I’m already here. Chorus (new): Rich life, fast cars, slow peace of mind, Everything loud but the truth stays quiet, I’m mad at the fake, still happy I see it, They living the image, I’m breaking the sequence. Verse 4: Penthouse nights, insomnia days, Same old faces, different champagne, They buy new masks every season change, I keep my scars, let ’em stay the same. This ain’t hate, it’s a mirror held high, Comedy rap with a razor inside, If wealth is the joke, I’m part of the act, Punchline hits — then I give it back. Final Chorus: Rich life, big smile, empty applause, Diamonds so loud they can’t hear their thoughts, Angry and happy, yeah both coexist, Parody rich — and I’m loving this twist.
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