We all dream one day we kings and We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with My marble are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they something like chemists (?), statues like Egyptians God cover my soul, need it, let it go I you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road I know I ain't perfect, I'm out working for the throne I would take you along, but that college loan you'll owe Young girls in dresses, tryna impress 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 it, cross-sign baptism West shit Shit on anybody with an opinion, you wrong Go against a nigga head-on I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a Army stance, for war We use a Andy Warhol to 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 kings and We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga made it, we young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
2: Wale] Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to And now a nigga chasing dreams without his breath Though my are slept, my ambition the best Though I do this to be heard, do it to death We in cool with all of niggas I'm through with all of these You with all of these niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits Anybody riding with young'in will probably Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed them lyrics be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?) I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga 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, give 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 dream one day we be and queens My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
3: Nas] 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 and slip out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, can't drink sip slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit I seem to love whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I another hit At night, where murdered (?) the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, from the to the private home College to prison, understand it, knowledge and out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang Cause he could die any day and you still the same So that make you a queen, surviving Escobar begins, so let the semis 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 cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga