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