We all dream one day we kings and We all dream one day we and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga made it, we young, living the dream
1: Tyga] Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with My marble floors are killing, gold are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something chemists (?), statues like Egyptians God cover my soul, need it, 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 take you along, but then that college you'll owe Young girls in dresses, tryna impress us Saying they all different, but I don't them no effort that (?), then I tested Had to investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, cross-sign West shit Shit on with an opinion, you dead wrong Go a bull nigga head-on I'm too strong, arms sticking to a bomb Army stance, for war We use a Andy Warhol to paint the Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get 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 and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga made it, we just young, living the
[Verse 2: Never this shit to heart, I take indo to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without his breath Though my are slept, my ambition the best I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to death We in cool with all of these I'm through all of these niggas You with all of these niggas You like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, seersuckers, lying in suits riding with young'in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them Finna be king, but I'm way too to offer as (minion?) I just a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And don't (?) shit to 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 around I am Charles Sheen
x2] We all dream one day we and queens We all dream one day we be kings and My nigga made it, we just young, living the My nigga it, we just young, living the dream
[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 metal Praying to God I can and slip out the Devil's grip Won't pop another pill, can't drink sip Tryna slow down with this p-ssy, I can't, I love shit I to love these whips, a white Maserati's my birthright car, pass it, I another hit At night, where murdered (?) That's the same block World Peace learned to play ball See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the home College to prison, it, knowledge and wisdom out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang Cause he could die any day and you still the thing So make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar begins, so let the semis ring Pimp of the year, I could smack your Not only with my hand, but with a black I been in pressed since breast milk cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga