Michael Tyree - Child of the King (Extended)
Aye, I’m tryna live righteous
Gotta read the Word when I open up my eyelids
Child of the King, so address me as your highness
Devil talking crazy, God pull up then he’s a flight risk
I ain’t perfect but I’m on the way
And He’s the pilot
Aye what they finna talk about
All them sons that I did
They’ve blotted out
How much favor on the kid
That’s a large amount
Don’t be speaking on His child
Watch your mouth
Let me switch up the flow
When I’m dead and I’m gone
Wanna walk on the roads that been (paved with gold)
It’s not about works but I’m putting in work on these tracks
And the goal is (saving souls)
I gotta message for secular rappers
But I don’t know, should I?
(Let ‘em know)
Okay, Hold up, aye
All that trash that you’re writing you can tear it up
Me and God like Bluetooth
Cause we pairing up
All that barking that you doing it ain’t scaring nothing
Don’t make me throw my dawg an ally like it’s Air Bud
Cold world, get your earmuffs
The devil could use his whole army
It still ain’t fair enough
He’ll be laid out on the ground
Eyes staring up
With me over top of him
Watching him, like I dare you
Aye, I’m tryna live righteous
Gotta read the Word when I open up my eyelids
Child of the King, so address me as your highness
Devil talking crazy, God pull up then he’s a flight risk
I ain’t perfect…
Aye, I’m tryna live righteous
Gotta read the Word when I open up my eyelids
Child of the King, so address me as your highness
Devil talking crazy, God pull up then he’s a flight risk
I ain’t perfect but I’m on the way
And He’s the pilot
Y'all thought it was over though
Came back with a little more
I can't do the minimal
He gave me the keys
That'll unlock and open any door
Bout to do it big
My sis only one call me little bro
How they gone tell me I'm not royalty
I'm a child of the King
And how they gone tell me I can't
When He said I can do anything
How many times have I tried to go back
Once I've been redeemed
How many times I been under attack
But my God intervened
Wait, I just grabbed some seeds
I had to throw a few
Gotta pay attention who I sow into
Many days I stayed up late
But I guess no-one knew
But they'll be quick to want a taste
When you show the fruit
Hate to say it but it's true
Rate the player by his moves
You might need your phone to take a picture
If I see a pair of mountains I got faith
That I can make it through
Aye, I’m tryna live righteous
Gotta read the Word when I open up my eyelids
Child of the King, so address me as your highness
Devil talking crazy, God pull up then he’s a flight risk
I ain’t perfect…
Aye, I’m tryna live righteous
Gotta read the Word when I open up my eyelids
Child of the King, so address me as your highness
Devil talking crazy, God pull up then he’s a flight risk
I ain’t perfect...
Written by:
MICHAEL TYREE
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