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Young Nigga Dreams by Meek Mill



    
                       Young Nigga Dreams 





Tuning: E A D G B E

[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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