[Intro: Meek Mill]
Yeah
I got [?] in this b**h with me
On some real sh**, I remember we ain't had nothing
Dead broke, I'm talking pain and suffering
They ain't goin' feel my pain, they don't know where we come from
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I can talk sh** 'cause I was sh**
Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch
n***as talking crazy, get 'em all hit
Put the call in from Dubai, on some boss sh**
Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross sh**
This my sh**, I be talking fly sh**
Clean them n***as up with that mob stick
Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit
Touching [?], spending [?]
n***as flying private with them Draco's
Pull up in your city, like it ain't yours
Put a check up on your hitter, and it's case closed
Still change hoes like I change clothes
Chain froze, Range Rov', and I'm playin' Hov
Flashbacks, seeing cops in them plain clothes
My n***a fighting open cases [?]
[Hook: YFN Lucci]
I'm a young king
I'm a young king
Remember all them nights man, all them bad dreams
Remember all them nights man, we didn't have a thing
And so it's only right a n***a living like a king
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
We goin' f** 'em all up, with the whole team
Young n***a
Y-Young n***a dream
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
n***as talking tough, we calling you bluff
Took a call, got him hit, while I'm talking to Puff
Man down, man I shouldn't be talking this stuff
The n***a that you claiming hitter, [?] talkin' to us
Caught him in the morning, like it's [?]
Doc plugging cables to him like [?]
Time to pull the plug on him, let his mom [?]
Got a suicide squad like a bomb on him
Spin a block on a n***a talking rah rah
He was playin' with the birdies, now it's bye-bye
I know Jigga, I know [?], I know Ty-Ty
Roc-Nation on my chain, 'cause it's [?]
n***a, I'm the truth, I'm like W'Allah
Every time I make a movie it be Si-Fi
Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by
n***as sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like why lie
I know magic, I'm a savage
It's a plane, it's a bird, it's a bad b**h
I ain't trippin' 'bout her, you can have it
They was happy when we was broke, now we mad rich
Young n***a, talkin' cash[?]
You can tell we ain't never really had sh**
Took my momma [?] public housing to a gla** crib
Now my guest house bigger than my last crib
[Hook: YFN Lucci]
I'm a young king
I'm a young king
Remember all them nights man, all them bad dreams
Remember all them nights man, we didn't have a thing
And so it's only right a n***a living like a king
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
We goin' f** 'em all up, with the whole team
Young n***a
Y-Young n***a dream
[Outro: Barcelini]
See they treated us like peasants
But we always knew we had the blood of kings pumping through our veins
Dreamchasers, we took the stone out the rubber and built a palace
Money, power, and violence
Sippin' Spade on the Island
k**in' these n***as, moment of silence-
'Cause we done rose through the slums and beat all odds
We the poster child of every young n***a in the streets
You see us on T.V., you see who your son's inspiring to be
It was plenty nights, man, we ain't had nothin' to eat
I'm talking, cup of noodles or maybe some cream of wheat
Now it's French [?] when we feel like it
We don't even do Philippe's
I mean, you wouldn't believe me if I showed you
I'm talking 10-15 thousand dollars on the tab, that's just on wine
This lifestyle, it'll blow your minds
You know, we goin' have it our way
Young kings, living out the dream
Bossed up, on every scene
The Mobb n***a, Barcelini