We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we kings and My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga made it, we just young, the dream
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, sit with denim My floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists (?), statues like Egyptians God cover my soul, it, can't let it go I know you get when I ain't home, on the road I know I perfect, I'm out here working for the throne I would take you along, but then that college you'll owe Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna us Saying they all different, but I don't show them no Underestimated (?), then I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm it, cross-sign baptism West shit Shit on anybody with an opinion, you wrong Go a bull nigga head-on I'm too strong, arms sticking to a bomb stance, ready for war We use a Andy Warhol to the decor Apologizing for my actions, I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every
[Hook: x2] We all dream one day we 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 indo to chest And now a nigga dreams without losing his breath my credits are slept, my ambition the best Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to We in with all of these niggas I'm through all of these niggas You with all of these niggas You lose like all of (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in Anybody riding with will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to as (minion?) I offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And don't (?) to these people's opinions I'm a king to these niggas, 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, they around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all one day we kings and queens We all one day we be kings and queens My made 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 the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest cause I come where metal spit Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's Won't pop another pill, drink another sip slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit I seem to these whips, a white Maserati's my car, pass it, I need another hit At night, where murdered (?) the same block Metta World 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 of niggas who gangbang Cause he die any day and you still the same thing So that make you a queen, surviving Escobar season begins, so let the semis Pimp of the year, I could smack your Not only my hand, but with a black revolver I been in pressed since breast milk Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,