We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we kings and My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
1: Tyga] Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with My marble are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, cooking something like chemists Monumental (?), like Egyptians God my soul, need it, can't let it go I you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road I know I perfect, I'm out here working for the throne I would take you along, but then college loan you'll owe Young in cheap dresses, tryna impress us Saying they all different, but I don't show no effort Underestimated (?), then I tested Had to make investments, honey colored it I'm it, cross-sign baptism West shit Shit on anybody an opinion, you dead wrong Go against a nigga head-on I'm too strong, eight arms to a bomb stance, ready for war We use a Andy Warhol to paint the Apologizing for my actions, I get bored They say my music knocks, so I it open every door
[Hook: x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we be kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
[Verse 2: Never take this shit to heart, I take to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without his breath Though my credits are slept, my the best Though I do this to be heard, do it to death We in with all of these niggas I'm with all of these niggas You fool all of these niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits Anybody riding young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?) I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, And don't (?) shit to these opinions I'm a king to niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! tches MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run you dig? We all kings, anything to my soft queens I'm lost them, when they around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we be kings and queens My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 3: You're in the of a majestic, esoteric from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest cause I come where metal spit Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip Won't pop pill, can't drink another sip Tryna slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this I seem to these whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, it, I need another hit At night, where they (?) That's the block Metta World Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, the hoods to the private home College to prison, it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who he could die any day and you still the same thing So that you a queen, surviving anything Escobar begins, so let the semis ring of the year, I could smack your father Not only with my hand, but with a revolver I been in pressed since breast milk cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga