歌手:Meek Mill
专辑:《Meekend Music II》

Yeah, yeah
I got Lucci in this ***** with me
On some real ****
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 **** 'cause I was ****
Diamonds shining on me, need a off switch
*****s talking crazy, get 'em all hit
Put the call in from Dubai, on some boss ****(for real)
Brand new Maybach, this ain't Ross ****(boss)
This my ****, I be talking fly ****(fly ****)
Clean them *****s up with that mop stick(Clean them up)
Hating on me, that'll get your baby mom hit(for real)
Touching Caicos, spending pesos(pesos)
*****s flying private with them Draco's (Draco's)
Pull up in your city, like it ain't yours(it ain't)
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(OK)
My ***** fighting open cases
And they ain't close(Look, OK)
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 ***** living like a king yeah
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
And we gon' **** 'em all up
With the whole team yeah ayy
Young *****
Y-Young ***** dream
*****s 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 ***** that you claiming hitter
The target to us
Caught him in the morning, like it's Time drainer
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 ***** 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
*****, 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
*****s sayin' I wouldn't make it
I'm like why lie
I know magic, I'm a savage
It's a plane, it's a bird, it's a bad *****
I ain't trippin' 'bout her, you can have it
They was happy when we was broke, now we mad rich
Young *****, talkin' cash ****
You can tell we ain't never really had ****
Turn my momma public housing to a glass crib
Now my guest house bigger than my last crib(Look, OK)
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 ***** living like a king yeah
How you goin' tell me you ain't never had dreams
If it was to be a baller or triple beam
And we gon' **** 'em all up
With the whole team yeah ayy
Young *****
Y-Young ***** dream
Uh, 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 rubber
And built a palace
Money, power, and violence
Sippin' Spade on the Island
Killin' these *****s, moment of silence
'Cause we done rose through the slums
And beat all odds
We the poster child for
Every young ***** in the streets
You see us on T.V.
You see who your son's inspiring 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 Andre 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 *****, Barcelini