Child Of The King

Lyrics

Living good but I'm not top tier Trying to fly with the wings But the bop stops here Not a buck but a flock so the bock bock's clear Kinda shocked by the props but it's not top tier But it's God Clocked for the stop watch peers Topic of the chop so the knock knock nears Mr fly fly ears got the mop top cheer So they hating on the boy cuz the crop top weird But I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen But still a child of the king I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen Queens on the screen letting panties show Hoppin on stage like a lil mama cameo word Instagram likes for the jammies though Brows on fleek but the 10's from her mammy though word Poppin online let your man's get it Stuntin' all hard but your pops had his hand in it Nerve Sex songs all in your ringtones Givin all the goods praying that you'll get a ring from swerve You a child of the king You a child of the king You a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen But still a child of the king You a child of the king You a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen Kinda gnarly bruh Passed on the party Bacardi cup Oats N' Barley pubs and the Marley puffs Them barbies barre the bar with the Harley clubs Hardly thug Hard but the bars cleaned up Music to the ear like guitar string plucks I'm in tune with the bunch like I'm Darkwing Duck And the kings in the scene make the bars mean bruh On the real though I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen But still a child of the king I'm a child of the king I'm a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild God changed all the parts like a chop shop here So I try to steer clear of the pop pop Fear when the block's hot Years when the stop watch nears Tears and the jeers in the crock pot year What it mean? He's here for the drop top peers When the Glock got near it's the opps top fear not a dream Cheers for the pops got ears for the bloods and the crips and the crop top queers if you ready for em Be a child of the king Be a child of the king Be a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen But be a child of the king Be a child of the king Be a child of the king Put the armor on shine kinda mild with the sheen but…