Wyler Adair - 64 Bars

Get that money
Get that bread
Stack it up
That's what I said
Hit my line
Don't waste my time
I'm on that grind
But still not signed
People wanna beef with me but I declined
I will not mess with them for nothin', that's how I'm designed
Now go and hit your pastors line
They put me on a shrine
Put so much weight on my spine
Murdering the game
But I just can't do the time
Everyone in the aim
Bitch, I'm on the climb
Top of the ladder
Man, this shit is so sublime
Bitch, I'm an addict
Married to the high
Do this all the time
Feeling in my prime
Making all the hits
But I didn't do the crime
Didn't sell my soul
But I would for this rhyme
33 bars through
And I ain't done fucking with you
Yeah
I pull up with the crew
And you don't know what to do
Yeah
Bitch, you all just flew
And I came with the breakthrough
Yeah
Your bars all fall through
Now I bid you all adieu
Yeah
Shots poppin' out
And we heard it up the street
Yeah
We came with machine guns
And you all tasted defeat
Yeah
We weren't quite done
But you still turned the other cheek
Yeah
Satan's clutches
Got you kneeling down on your feet
Yeah
Coming in with machine guns
Boutta blow this city down
Think you're better than me
Bitch, please, I own the crown
Cameras all around me
And I'm feeling all this pressure
But I'm in my element
Give it your best shot like it's a lecture
Yeah
Murdered by words
That's my style
Play the right cards
Put you on trial
Put up your guards
I come in hostile
I hang with the lords
You're an exile
Words are like swords
They come out quite vile
I got you on the cord
Got you on file
Got you on the score
Got you on the isle
Got you on the floor
Got you on the tile
I burn you down to your core
Use your blood for my decor
I'm coming in like a fucking boar
Vicious, hungry, look for more
Got your whore on the floor
And I swore she wanted war
But before I close the door
I'll end this shit for sure

Written by:
Charlie Schutz

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