[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’ fuck ’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’ fuck ’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#
Killin’ 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
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