If You price the king
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
Real Kings Lead Christ out
The kindred fight
Iron means Igwe right?
Power means Ike right?
And if raised right
I hit an iron at their Ike right
Have your chief priest screaming that ain't Christian like
Now you gonna act like you don't read and write
Kingslead not Kingsley right
Explain what is like for a catholic new born
Your Dad have two sons
Happy to look at
Daddy's cushion
President of the catholic union
Rosaries hung on the same wall
Our back was pushed on, ugh lord
Is the Gospel moving parish to parish now
Bad bitches wanna visit the parish house
I might just vanish and go lavish and
Get my groove on
Might just moon walk
Might just boom bap
Feels like part of my souls
Is trapped in New York
I'm asking for a chance to move on
Anything is better than having you wrong
So I delt with the damage
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
You looking sleep deprived
They asking what's the movie like?
Tell them my life is real
If I shot the sherif the deputy
Is most likely killed
I'm most likely him
I left honest dollars in the
Bank of her heart
When you at ease ( artist ) with your mind
You at peace with the time
One piece at a time
I'm getting them pissed
With no bathroom protocol
24 hours ain't enough
I needed more
Send a letter to my mama
One more to the club
If You price the king
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
Latino Perrico - CHRIST THE KING Lyrics
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If You price the king
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
Real Kings Lead Christ out
The kindred fight
Iron means Igwe right?
Power means Ike right?
And if raised right
I hit an iron at their Ike right
Have your chief priest screaming that ain't Christian like
Now you gonna act like you don't read and write
Kingslead not Kingsley right
Explain what is like for a catholic new born
Your Dad have two sons
Happy to look at
Daddy's cushion
President of the catholic union
Rosaries hung on the same wall
Our back was pushed on, ugh lord
Is the Gospel moving parish to parish now
Bad bitches wanna visit the parish house
I might just vanish and go lavish and
Get my groove on
Might just moon walk
Might just boom bap
Feels like part of my souls
Is trapped in New York
I'm asking for a chance to move on
Anything is better than having you wrong
So I delt with the damage
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
You looking sleep deprived
They asking what's the movie like?
Tell them my life is real
If I shot the sherif the deputy
Is most likely killed
I'm most likely him
I left honest dollars in the
Bank of her heart
When you at ease ( artist ) with your mind
You at peace with the time
One piece at a time
I'm getting them pissed
With no bathroom protocol
24 hours ain't enough
I needed more
Send a letter to my mama
One more to the club
If You price the king
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
Real Kings Lead Christ out
The kindred fight
Iron means Igwe right?
Power means Ike right?
And if raised right
I hit an iron at their Ike right
Have your chief priest screaming that ain't Christian like
Now you gonna act like you don't read and write
Kingslead not Kingsley right
Explain what is like for a catholic new born
Your Dad have two sons
Happy to look at
Daddy's cushion
President of the catholic union
Rosaries hung on the same wall
Our back was pushed on, ugh lord
Is the Gospel moving parish to parish now
Bad bitches wanna visit the parish house
I might just vanish and go lavish and
Get my groove on
Might just moon walk
Might just boom bap
Feels like part of my souls
Is trapped in New York
I'm asking for a chance to move on
Anything is better than having you wrong
So I delt with the damage
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
Everybody gat a story
I'm just telling mine
You looking sleep deprived
They asking what's the movie like?
Tell them my life is real
If I shot the sherif the deputy
Is most likely killed
I'm most likely him
I left honest dollars in the
Bank of her heart
When you at ease ( artist ) with your mind
You at peace with the time
One piece at a time
I'm getting them pissed
With no bathroom protocol
24 hours ain't enough
I needed more
Send a letter to my mama
One more to the club
If You price the king
The kindred rise
Paid in full like he so wise foolish pride
Before you rain bows
Mine is an inherited ego from the Igbo tribe
I'm heated might
Sharpen enough defense knife
Some days I don't feel a bite
Somedays the crown hurts like a thorn made with heated spikes
As the price rise like heated rice
Christ is king and king is Christ
Writer: Latino Perrico
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