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[Intro: Takbar]
They treated us like peasants
But we always knew we had the blood of kings pumping through our veins
Dreamchasers
We took the stones out the rubble and build the palace
Money, power and violence
Super speed on the island
Killing these n*ggas, moment of silence
'Cause we done rolled through the slums and beat our odds
We the poster child for every young n*gga in the streets
You see us on TV, you see who your son's inspiring to be
It was plenty nights, man, when we had nothin' to eat
I'm talking...I'm talking noodles and maybe some [??] weed
Now it's French [??] when we feel like it
Or even [??]s
I mean, you wouldn't believe me if I showed you
I'm talking 10, 15 thousand dollars in the tag
That's just the ones
This lifestyle, it'll blow your mind
You know ...
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
[??] my sh*t
I'm talking fly sh*t
[??] them n*ggas up with that [??] ([??] them up)
Hating on me, that's gonna be [??]
Chasing case loads and [??] hoes
[??]bbing with them pesos
Pull up in your city like it ain't yours
Put a check up in your hood and it's case closed
Then I change hoes like I change clothes
[??] froze , Range Rove and plenty hoes
Flashback, sitting [??] in them [??]
But n*ggas [??]
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
I'ma young king, I'ma young king
Remember all them nights, man all them bad dreams
Mama I[??] n*gga like it never [??]
How you gon tell me you ain't never had a dream?
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
n*ggas talking [??]
[??]
Man down, man I shouldn't be talking this strong
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[??] mother into a classy crib
Now my guest house bigger than my last crib
[Chorus: YFN Lucci]
I'ma young king, I'ma young king
Remember all them nights, man all them bad dreams
Mama I[??] n*gga like it never [??]
How you gon tell me you ain't never had a dream?
[Outro: takbar]
Young kings
Living out their dream
Bossed up, on every scene
The mob, n*gga
Barcellini