Barcelini - Young n***a Dreams lyrics

[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