We all dream one day we kings and We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
1: Tyga] Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with My marble floors are killing, gold are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like Monumental (?), statues like 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 Saying they all different, but I don't show no effort Underestimated that (?), I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrong Go against a bull head-on I'm too strong, arms sticking to a bomb Army stance, for war We use a Warhol to paint the decor for my actions, sometimes I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it every door
[Hook: x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
2: Wale] Never take this shit to heart, I indo to chest And now a nigga chasing without losing his breath my credits are slept, my ambition the best Though I do to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in with all of these niggas I'm through with all of these You fool all of these niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, seersuckers, lying in suits riding with young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed them lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to as (minion?) I offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And don't (?) shit to these opinions I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! MMG, Y-M-C-M, B we run this you dig? We all kings, give anything to my queens I'm lost without them, they around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga made it, we just young, living the My made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 3: in the presence of a majestic, esoteric Message from the most king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest cause I come from where metal Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, can't another sip slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit I seem to these whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I another hit At night, where murdered (?) That's the same block World Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to baby mothers of who gangbang Cause he could die any day and you still the same So that you a queen, surviving anything Escobar begins, so let the semis ring Pimp of the year, I could your father Not only my hand, but with a black revolver I been in pressed silk since milk Mets cap on tilt, we kings, nigga