We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we and queens My nigga it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
1: Tyga] Uh, ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim My marble are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something chemists Monumental (?), statues 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 here for the throne I take 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 show no effort Underestimated (?), then I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, baptism West shit Shit on anybody with an opinion, you dead Go against a nigga head-on I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a stance, ready for war We use a Andy to paint the decor Apologizing for my actions, I get bored They say my knocks, so I hope it open every door
[Hook: x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be and queens My made it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
2: Wale] Never take shit to heart, I take indo to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without his breath Though my credits are slept, my ambition the Though I do to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in cool all of these niggas I'm through with all of niggas You fool with all of these You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in riding with young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed them lyrics Finna be king, but I'm way too proud to as (minion?) I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And (?) shit to these people's opinions I'm a king to these niggas, love a queen, f-ck the b! MMG, Y-M-C-M, B 'cause we run you dig? We all kings, give to my soft queens I'm lost without them, when they I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we kings and We all one day we be kings and queens My nigga made it, we young, living the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
[Verse 3: You're in the of a majestic, esoteric from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest I come from where metal spit Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, drink another sip Tryna slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love shit I seem to love whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I another hit At night, where murdered (?) That's the same block Metta Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, the hoods 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 make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar season begins, so let the ring Pimp of the year, I could smack your Not only with my hand, but with a revolver I been in pressed silk since breast Mets cap on tilt, we kings, nigga