[Intro] [Record scratch, a clean, jazzy sample with a steady, relaxed drum break] [Cuts and scratches of a male voice] "Born to it..." "Yeah, this is how we do it." "Money makin'..." [Main rapper's voice, smooth and confident] [Verse 1] Woke up in the hills, sun shinin' on the marble floor Breakfast by the pool, yeah, I've seen it all before Fresh-pressed uniform, the chauffeur's at the curb, no stress No walkin' in the rain, yeah, I'm blessed with the best Went to private school, where the tuition was a fee Not a worry in the world, that's the way it's supposed to be Summers in the Hamptons, winters in Aspen, it's a breeze Learned to ski before I learned my ABCs Got a brand new whip when I turned sixteen, no hand-me-down No scratch and dent, yeah, the best in town Used to rock the freshest gear, no knock-off imitations Livin' life like a movie, no hesitation. [Bridge] [A DJ's voice, filtered and distant, over a gentle synth] "The good life..." "Feel the vibe..." "It's a different world, man..." [Chorus] [Cuts and scratches of various vocal samples] "Beverly Hills!" [Echoes] "Rollin' in style!" [Echoes] "The good life, baby!" [Echoes] "Yeah, we got it all!" [Echoes] [Turntablism solo - a medley of sophisticated samples and clean breaks] [A snippet of a classical music piece is scratched in rapidly, then cut into a loop] [A smooth jazz saxophone sample is brought in, layered under a new, tight drum break] [A male vocal sample is spun back and forth, creating a rhythmic effect] Money, money, money Cha-ching! [The scratch tempo increases, then abruptly stops on a final, resonant] Ballin'! [Verse 2] My crib's got a gate, security's a-watchin' all day Never had a broken window, never had to pay A different kind of struggle, a different kind of fight Keepin' up appearances, yeah, that's the real might My daddy's got a yacht, we sailin' on the open seas My mommy's got a crew, sippin' iced tea with ease I learned the game early, from the masters, you see How to make a dollar, yeah, that was taught to me I ain't worried about the rent, I ain't worried about the light I'm just focused on the future, makin' sure the world is bright For me and my fam, yeah, the legacy is true This ain't a fairy tale, man, this is what we do! [Outro] [The beat fades slightly, replaced by the sound of a cocktail shaker and clinking glasses] [Vocal samples are scratched in and out, like a conversation] "Life is good." "You know it." "Cheers, man." "The hills..." "Yeah, that's right." [A final, soft record scratch, followed by the sound of a vinyl needle being lifted]
