King and Queens
by Tyga

Album: Careless World: Rise of the Last King (2012)
  • 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

    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 endo 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 youngin' 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 least of shit to these people’s opinions
    I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches
    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

    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

    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 (?)
    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 gang bang
    ‘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

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