Rich People Problems

Feel like I’m running a race and I’m winning.
But no one told me it’d be lonely at the finish.
It’s too late to turn back, ‘cause I already did it.
I’ve been dreaming of this moment for a minute.
I fought hard and made it to the other side,
but they rooted for the man who died.
I’m not a fighter, I only did when I had to fight.
Sold my soul for a better life, don’t care about no afterlife.
I don’t feel ashamed, I made it in the game.
If you struggled how I did, you’d do the same.
The money I made done changed who I am.
Something to be proud of. Not ashamed who I am.
Lost some friends along the way,
but that’s a tax that the rich must pay.
Can’t see eye-to-eye with folks when I see beyond ‘em.
I’m unrelatable with rich people problems.
And these blood diamonds that I rock with confidence
make me morally poor, but I’m rich off of compliments.
Life’s a game that didn’t treat you fair.
I broke rules, so I ceased to care.
I wont stop till I’m billionaire, and I’m leaving it there.