We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga made it, we just young, living the
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit denim My marble are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something chemists Monumental (?), statues Egyptians God my soul, need it, can't let it go I know you get 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 then college loan you'll owe Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna us Saying they all different, but I don't them no effort Underestimated that (?), then I Had to make investments, honey 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 the decor Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get They say my knocks, so I hope it open every door
[Hook: x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
2: Wale] Never take this to heart, I take indo to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his Though my credits are slept, my ambition the Though I do this to be heard, do it to death We in cool with all of these I'm through all of these niggas You fool with all of these You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits Anybody riding 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 guillotine to my vehicle, And don't (?) shit to people's opinions I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, 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 without them, they 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 made it, we just young, living the dream
[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 metal spit Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's Won't pop another pill, drink another sip Tryna slow with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit I seem to love these whips, a my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit At night, where murdered (?) That's the same block Metta Peace learned to play ball See I'm alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home College to prison, understand it, knowledge and Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who Cause he could die any day and you still the thing So make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar season begins, so let the semis Pimp of the year, I could smack your Not only with my hand, but with a revolver I been in silk since breast milk cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga