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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyga
Vocals
Nas
Vocals
Wale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Olubowale Akintimehin
Songwriter
Jeremy McArthur
Songwriter
Michael Stevenson
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tyga
Vocal Producer
Jess Jackson
Mixing Engineer
Thomas Cullison
Assistant Recording Engineer
Finis White
Recording Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Jeremy McArthur
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
We all dream one day, we kings & queens
We all dream one day, we kings & queens
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
[Verse 2]
Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim
My marble floors are killin', gold cars are so relentless
Five girls in the kitchen, they cookin' something like chemists
Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians
God cover my soul, need it, can't let it go
I know you get lonely when I ain't home, on the road
I know I ain't perfect, I'm out here workin' for the throne
I would you along but then that college loan you'll owe
Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us
Sayin' they all different but I don't show them no effort
Underestimated that R8 then I tested
Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it
I'm blessed-ed, cross sign baptism, west shit
Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong
Go against the bull **** head on
I'm too strong, eight arms, ticking to a bomb
Army stance, ready for war
We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor
Apologizin' for my actions, sometimes I get bored
They say my music knocks so I hope it open every door
[Verse 3]
We all dream one day, we kings & queens
We all dream one day we'd be kings & queens
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
We all dream one day, kings & queens
We all dream one day we'd be kings & queens
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
My **** made it, we just young
[Verse 4]
Uh, never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest
And now a **** chasin' dreams without losing his breath
Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best
Though I do this to be heard, I'ma do it to death
We ain't cool with all of these ****
I'm through with all of these ****
You fool with all of these ****
You loose like these ****
Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lyin' in suits
Anybody ridin' with young'n will probably recoup
Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcom, mixed with them lyrics
Finna be king but I'm way too proud to offer as minion
I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, ****
And don't offer least of shit to these people's opinions
I'm a king to these ****, love a queen, fuck these bitches
Double M-G-Y-M-C-M because we run this, you dig?
We all king, give anything to my soft queens
I'm lost without them, when they I am, I am Charles Sheen
[Verse 5]
We all dream one day, we kings & queens
We all dream one day we'd be kings & queens
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
We all dream one day, we kings & queens
We all dream one day we'd be kings & queens
My **** made it, we just young, livin' the dream
My **** made it, we just young
[Verse 6]
You're in the presence of a majestic, esoteric
Message from the most ghetto-est king, worldwide respected
I can say ghetto-est 'cause I come from where metal spit
Prayin' to God I can slide and slip out the Devil's grip
Won't pop another pill, can't drink another sip
Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can't, love this shit
I seem to love these whips
A white Maserati's my birth right car, pass it, I need another hit
At night, where they murdered Herbie Drawz
That's the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball
See I'm born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home
College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom
Shout out to baby mothers of **** who gang bang
'Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing
So that make you a queen, survivin' anything
Escobar season begins so let the semis ring
Pimp of the year, I could smack your father
Not only with my hand but with a black revolver
I been in pressed silk since breast milk
Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, ****
Written by: J. McArthur, Michael Ray Stevenson, Niqua Jones, Olubowale Akintimehin