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letra de rightful king - esther and frander

(loser? i ain’t no loser)

[verse 1: frander]
i refuse to die before my mother touch a million
so i’m satisfied to be rooting for the villain
who’s chilling with
satan, getting comatose from all the dope he smoke
going ghost in danny’s phantom, blowing like a loaded cannon
fuck this rap shit, no one take it serious
if you put your heart in it, the people never hear this shit
fearing it
cause they start to question they intelligence
when they listen to the nigga opposite of heaven sent
benevolent, i’m never that
they tripping on my clever raps
acid ain’t enough for them to lace my bars and puff it
gave a “fuck it” then
who’s the leader of the humans?
point me his direction and i’ll put a bullet through him
take his body and his power, lead the people to the tower where the knowledge held
you ain’t making shit, how did college help?

(how did college help, you ain’t making shit)

[hook]
when i die, let me rest in beats
asking god “could you bless a g?
could you bless the team, with a little cream?”
fill you up and take my life from me
(x2)

[verse 2: frander]
you can find me in a dark room, listening to dilla
half the shit i did, i probably did it for the thrilla
feeling alive, but scared to do it
you could live ya life too, but you scared to lose it
scared to move it
in a different direction
blessing everyone i love with a lyrical message
feel the presence of my body in your brain, creeping through your memories
take a left and then a right and leave out with the air you breathing(in)-
side of every single lie that you told, was a little bit of truth
but you scared of what you knew
so you asking what to do
from a man who doesn’t listen
when i talk about a god, i mean myself so there’s a difference in us
grab the pencil and touch it to the paper
better keep a smile when i send it to ya maker
(it’s over) cause no one likes a coward
show us that you weak and get devoured
and shower us in blood and hate
so much at stake
that i can’t lose
blunts size of bamboo, roll up one and face two
more whores in the back of the ‘lac
feeling like drake, fuck ’em back to back
back with that, shit that they need
just know that when i die, you can miss a g
f then r, a n d, e then r
rightful king

[hook]
when i die, let me rest in beats
ask the god “could you bless a g?
could you bless the team, with a little cream?”
fill you up and take my life from me
(x2)

- esther and frander

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