Young Nigga Dreams Lyrics - Meek Mill

[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 

Touching 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 

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[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 man, 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 

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[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 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 why lie 

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 man, 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 

[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 rubber 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