Young Ni**a Dream (feat. YFN Lucci & Barcelini)

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 Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross shit This my shit, I be talking fly shit Clean them niggas up with that mop stick Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit Turks and Caicos, spending pesos Niggas 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 nigga fighting open cases and they ain't close 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 How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams If it was to be a baller or triple beam We goin' fuck 'em all up, with the whole team 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 [?] 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 voilà 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 Turned my momma public house into a glass crib Now my guest house bigger than my last crib 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 How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams If it was to be a baller or triple beam We goin' fuck 'em all up, with the whole team Young nigga Y-Young nigga dream 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 rubbles 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 aspiring 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 mind You know, we goin' have it our way Young kings, living out the dream Bossed up, on every scene The Mobb nigga, Barcelini