We all dream one day we kings and We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we young, living the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
[Verse 1: Uh, ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim My marble floors are killing, gold are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like Monumental (?), like Egyptians God my soul, need it, can't let it go I know you get lonely I ain't home, on the road I I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the throne I would you along, but then that college loan you'll owe Young in cheap dresses, tryna impress us Saying they all different, but I don't them no effort Underestimated that (?), I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm it, cross-sign baptism West shit on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrong Go against a bull head-on I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a Army stance, for war We use a Andy Warhol to the decor Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get They say my music knocks, so I hope it every door
Tyga 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 made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 2: Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to And now a nigga chasing dreams losing his breath Though my credits are slept, my ambition the I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in cool all of these niggas I'm through with all of these You fool with all of these You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits riding with young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?) I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And don't (?) shit to these people's I'm a to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! tches MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run this you We all kings, anything to my soft queens I'm lost without them, when they around I am Charles
x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
3: Nas] You're in the of a majestic, esoteric Message the most ghettoest 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 pop another pill, can't drink another sip Tryna slow 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 need hit At night, they murdered (?) That's the same block Metta World Peace learned to play See I'm born alone, die alone, from the to the private home to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who Cause he could die any day and you the same thing So make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar season begins, so let the semis Pimp of the year, I could your father Not only my hand, but with a black revolver I in pressed silk since breast milk cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga