We all one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga it, we just young, living the dream
1: Tyga] Uh, ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim My floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like Monumental (?), statues like God cover my soul, it, can't let it go I know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here working for the I would take you along, but then that college you'll owe girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us Saying they all different, but I don't show them no Underestimated that (?), I tested Had to make investments, colored dressed it I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West on anybody with an opinion, you dead wrong Go against a bull nigga I'm too strong, arms sticking to a bomb stance, ready for war We use a Andy Warhol to paint the Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get They say my music knocks, so I it open every door
Tyga x2] We all one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My made it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the
2: Wale] Never take this shit to heart, I take to chest And now a nigga chasing without losing his breath Though my are slept, my ambition the best Though I do to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in cool with all of these I'm with all of these niggas You fool with all of niggas You lose like all of (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, in suits Anybody riding young'in will probably recoup Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?) I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And (?) shit to these people's opinions I'm a to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck 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, when they I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we be kings and queens My nigga it, we just young, living 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 ghettoest king, respected I can say ghettoest cause I come from where spit Praying to God I can slide and out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, drink another sip Tryna slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I 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, the hoods to the private home to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to mothers of niggas who gangbang Cause he could die any day and you still the thing So that you a queen, surviving anything Escobar begins, so let the semis ring Pimp of the year, I could your father Not only with my hand, but with a revolver I been in pressed silk since milk Mets cap on tilt, we kings, nigga