Intro: Meek Mill A#m Yeah F# I got Lucci in this bitch with me Fm F# On some real shit, I remember we ain't had nothing A#m F# Dead broke, I'm talking pain and suffering Fm F# They ain't goin' feel my pain, they don't know where we come from Verse 1: Meek Mill A#m I can talk shit 'cause I was shit F# Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch Fm Niggas talking crazy, get 'em all hit F# Put the call in from Dubai, on some boss shit A#m Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross shit F# This my shit, I be talking fly shit Fm Clean them niggas up with that mop stick F# Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit A#m Touching Caicos, spending pesos F# Niggas flying private with them Draco's Fm Pull up in your city, like it ain't yours F# Put a check up on your hitter, and it's case closed A#m Still change hoes like I change clothes F# Chain froze, Range Rov', and I'm playin' Hov Fm Flashbacks, seeing cops in them plain clothes F# My nigga fighting open cases and they ain’t close Hook: YFN Lucci A#m I'm a young king I'm a young king F# Remember all them nightmares, all them bad dreams Fm Remember all them nights man, when we didn't have a thing F# So it's only right a nigga living like a king A#m How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams F# If it was to be a baller or triple beam Fm We goin' f*ck 'em all up, with the whole team F# Young nigga Y-Young nigga dream Verse 2: Meek Mill A#m Niggas talking tough, we calling you bluff F# Took a call, got him hit, while I'm talking to Puff Fm Man down, man I shouldn't be talking this stuff F# The nigga that you claiming hitter, the target to us A#m Caught him in the morning, like it's ? F# Doc plugging cables to him like its Time Warner Fm Time to pull the plug on him, let his mom mourn him F# Got a suicide squad like a bomb on him A#m Spin a block on a nigga talking rah rah F# He was playin' with the birdies, now it's bye-bye Fm I know Jigga, I know Emory and Ty-Ty F# Roc-Nation on my chain, 'cause it's Ta-Da A#m Nigga, I'm the truth, I'm like W'Allah F# Every time I make a movie it be Sci-Fi Fm Looking scary in that Ghost when I ride by F# Niggas sayin' I wouldn't make it, I'm like why lie A#m I know magic, I'm a savage F# It's a plane, it's a bird, it's a bad bitch Fm I ain't trippin' 'bout her, you can have it F# They was happy when we was broke, now we mad rich A#m Young nigga, talkin' cash shit F# You can tell we ain't never really had shit Fm Took my momma ? public housing to a glass crib F# Now my guest house bigger than my last crib Hook: YFN Lucci A#m I'm a young king I'm a young king F# Remember all them nightmares, all them bad dreams Fm Remember all them nights man, when we didn't have a thing F# So it's only right a nigga living like a king A#m How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams F# If it was to be a baller or triple beam Fm We goin' f*ck 'em all up, with the whole team F# Young nigga Y-Young nigga dream Outro: Barcelini A#m See, they treated us like peasants F# But we always knew we had the blood of kings pumping through our veins Fm F# A#m Dreamchasers, we took the stone out the rubber and built a palace F# Money, power, and violence Fm Sippin' Spade on the Island F# K*llin' these niggas, moment of silence- A#m 'Cause we done rose through the slums and beat all odds F# Fm We the poster child for every young nigga in the streets F# You see us on T.V., you see who your son's inspiring to be A#m F# It was plenty nights, man, we ain't had nothin' to eat Fm F# I'm talking, cup of noodles or maybe some cream of wheat A#m F# Now it's French ? when we feel like it Fm We don't even do Philippe's F# I mean, you wouldn't believe me if I showed you A3m F# I'm talking 10-15 thousand dollars on the tab, that's just on wine Fm This lifestyle, it'll blow your mind F# A#m You know, we goin' have it our way F# Young kings, living out the dream Fm Bossed up, on every scene F# The Mobb nigga, Barcelini
