Child Of The King

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…