We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we kings and My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit 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 I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the throne I would take you along, but that college loan you'll owe Young girls in cheap dresses, impress us Saying they all different, but I don't show no effort that (?), 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 arms sticking to a Army stance, for war We use a Andy to paint the decor Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get They say my music knocks, so I hope it open door
Tyga x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be and queens My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
[Verse 2: Never take this shit to heart, I indo to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his Though my credits are slept, my ambition the I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in with all of these niggas I'm through with all of niggas You fool with all of these You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits Anybody with young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm with them lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?) I just offer a to my vehicle, nigga And (?) shit to these people's 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, give anything to my soft I'm lost without them, when around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we kings and We all dream one day we be and queens My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
[Verse 3: You're in the 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 slide and 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 this shit I to love these whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, it, I need another hit At night, where murdered (?) That's the same block Metta 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 mothers of niggas who gangbang he could die any day and you still the same thing So that make you a queen, surviving Escobar season begins, so let the ring Pimp of the year, I could smack your Not only my hand, but with a black revolver I been in pressed silk breast milk Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,