Tyga - Kings and Queens lyrics

[Intro] We all dream one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we kings and queens My n***a made it, we just young, living the dream My n***a made it, we just young, living the dream [Verse 1: Tyga] Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don't sit with denim My marble floors are k**ing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists Monumental sh** 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 R8, then I tested Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it I'm blessed it, cross-sign baptism West sh** sh** on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong Go against a bull n***a 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 Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door [Hook: Tyga] x2 We all dream one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we be kings and queens My n***a made it, we just young, living the dream My n***a made it, we just young, living the dream [Verse 2: Wale] Never take this sh** to heart, I take indo to chest And now a n***a chasing dreams without losing his breath Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best Though I do this to be heard, I'mma do it to d**h We in cool with all of these n***as I'm through with all of these n***as You fool with all of these n***as You lose like all of these (n***as) Honest, sincere, they seers**ers, 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, n***a And don't offer least of sh** to these people's opinions I'm a king to these n***as, love a queen, f** the b**hes Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B ‘cause 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 [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Nas] 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 p**y, I can't, I love this sh** I seem to love these whips - a white Maserati's my birthright car, pa** 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 n***as who g**n ‘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, n***a