We all dream one day we and queens We all one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, the dream My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
[Verse 1: Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, sit with denim My marble floors are killing, cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something chemists Monumental (?), statues like God cover my soul, it, can't let it go I know you get lonely when I home, on the road I know I ain't perfect, I'm out 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 show them no effort Underestimated that (?), I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West on anybody with an opinion, you dead 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 paint the for my actions, sometimes I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every
Tyga 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, living the My nigga 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 without 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 all of these niggas I'm through with all of niggas You fool with all of niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, seersuckers, lying in suits Anybody riding with young'in will probably Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with lyrics be king, but I'm way too proud to offer as (minion?) I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, And don't (?) shit to these 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 anything to my soft I'm lost without them, they around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we kings and We all dream one day we be and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga it, we just young, living the dream
[Verse 3: in the presence of a majestic, esoteric Message from the 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 pill, can't drink another sip Tryna down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love this shit I seem to these whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I need hit At night, where they (?) That's the same block World Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the 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 make you a queen, surviving anything season begins, so let the semis ring Pimp of the year, I could your father Not with my hand, but with a black revolver I been in pressed silk since milk Mets cap on tilt, we some kings,