King & Queens - Tyga

We all dream one day we kings and queens

We all dream one day we kings and queens

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don’t sit with denim

My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless

5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking 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 working for the throne

I would take you along, but then that college loan you’ll owe

Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us

Saying they all different, but I don’t show them no effort

Underestimated that , then I tested

Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit

shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

Go against a bull nigga head-on

I’m too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Army stance, ready for war

We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor

Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored

They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door

We all dream one day we kings and queens

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest

And now a nigga chasing 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 in cool with all of these niggas

I’m through with all of these niggas

You fool with all of these niggas

You lose like all of these (niggas)

Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits

Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup

Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm 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, nigga

And don’t offer the least of shit to these people’s opinions

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the b*tches

Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B because we run this you dig?

We all kings, give anything to my soft queens

I’m lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen

We all dream one day we kings and queens

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

You’re in the presence of a majestic, esoteric

Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected

I can say ghettoest ’cause I come from where metal spit

Praying 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, I love this shit

I seem to love these whips – a white

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit

At night, where they murdered Herbie Draws

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 niggas who gangbang

‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

So that make you a queen, surviving 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, nigga