Young Nigga Dreams (Prod. By Papamitrou)

Yeah, yeah

I got Lucci in this bitch with me

On some real shit

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

I can talk shit 'cause I was shit

Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch

Niggas talking crazy, get 'em all hit

Put the call in from Dubai, on some boss shit(for real)

Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross shit(boss)

This my shit, I be talking fly shit(fly shit)

Clean them niggas up with that mop stick(Clean them up)

Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit(for real)

Touching Caicos, spending pesos(pesos)

Niggas flying private with them Draco's (Draco's)

Pull up in your city, like it ain't yours(it ain't)

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(OK)

My nigga fighting open cases

And they ain't close(Look, OK)

I'm a young king

I'm a young king

Remember all them nightmares

All them bad dreams

Remember all them nights

When we didn't have a thing

So it's only right a nigga living like a king yeah

How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams

If it was to be a baller or triple beam

And we gon' fuck 'em all up

With the whole team yeah ayy

Young nigga

Y-Young nigga dream

Niggas 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 nigga that you claiming hitter

The target to us

Caught him in the morning, like it's Time drainer

Doc plugging cables to him like its Time Warner

Time to pull the plug on him

Let his mom mourn him

Got a suicide squad like a bomb on him

Spin a block on a nigga talking rah rah

He was playin' with the birdies, now it's bye-bye

I know Jigga, I know Emory and Ty-Ty

Roc-Nation on my chain, 'cause it's Ta-Da

Nigga, I'm the truth, I'm like W'Allah

Every time I make a movie it be Sci-Fi

Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by

Niggas 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 bitch

I ain't trippin' 'bout her, you can have it

They was happy when we was broke, now we mad rich

Young nigga, talkin' cash shit

You can tell we ain't never really had shit

Turn my momma public housing to a glass crib

Now my guest house bigger than my last crib(Look, OK)

I'm a young king

I'm a young king

Remember all them nightmares

All them bad dreams

Remember all them nights

When we didn't have a thing

So it's only right a nigga living like a king yeah

How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams

If it was to be a baller or triple beam

And we gon' fuck 'em all up

With the whole team yeah ayy

Young nigga

Y-Young nigga dream

Uh, 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

Killin' these niggas, moment of silence

'Cause we done rose through the slums

And beat all odds

We the poster child for

Every young nigga 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 Andre 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 mind

You know, we goin' have it our way

Young kings, living out the dream

Bossed up, on every scene

The Mobb nigga, Barcelini