We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we young, living the dream My nigga it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit denim My marble floors are killing, gold are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something chemists Monumental (?), like Egyptians God cover my soul, it, can't let it go I know you get lonely when I 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 show them no Underestimated that (?), then I Had to make investments, honey dressed it I'm blessed it, baptism West shit Shit on with 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 Warhol to the decor for my actions, sometimes I get bored They say my knocks, so I hope it open every door
Tyga x2] We all one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My made it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 2: Never take this shit to heart, I indo to chest And now a chasing dreams without losing his breath Though my credits are slept, my the best I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in cool with all of these I'm through with all of these You with all of these niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, seersuckers, lying in suits Anybody with young'in will probably recoup Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to as (minion?) I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, And don't (?) shit to these people's I'm a king to these niggas, a queen, f-ck the b! tches MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run this you We all kings, give anything to my queens I'm lost without them, when they around I am Charles
x2] We all one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we be and queens My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
3: Nas] You're in the presence of a majestic, Message from the ghettoest king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest cause I come where metal spit Praying to God I can slide and out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, can't another sip Tryna slow down with 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, where they (?) That's the same block Metta World learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, from the to the private home College to prison, it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to baby mothers of who gangbang Cause he could die any day and you still the same So make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar season begins, so let the semis Pimp of the year, I could your father Not only with my hand, but with a revolver I been in pressed since breast milk cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga