(feat. Takbar & YFN Lucci)



[Intro: Meek Mill]

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



[Verse 1: Meek Mill]

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



[Hook: YFN Lucci]

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' f**k 'em all up, with the whole team

Young nigga

Y-Young nigga dream



[Verse 2: Meek Mill]

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 claim a hitter, the target to us

Caught him in the morning, like it's Tom Joyner

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



[Hook: YFN Lucci]

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' f**k 'em all up, with the whole team

Young nigga

Y-Young nigga dream



[Outro: Barcelini]

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