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letra de intro - wyler adair

[verse]
i’m back in it
i’m packing it
no slack with it
charged up like an electron
i’m communicating to you
though the thoughts are negative
there’s still benefit
i’ve been credited
this sh-t be medicine
i’m delicate
come at me and you’ll regret it
break easy
i’m awake lately
gonna make this record crazy
climb aboard, you’ll see it, baby
it’s the second record
you know imma break it
hand me a guinness
then listen to the finish
they call it a game
and i’m lookin’ for my throne
writing thеse bars
you can tell i’m in the zonе
cover up my scars
but call ’em tattoos
you ain’t running the game
you barely breakthrough
yeah, i was born for this
i make people mourn about this
you’ve been warned about this
b-tch, my life depends on this
ay
if i haven’t got anyone else
not even myself
then i know i got the pen
and that’s right by the shelf
it’s my style to rap about life
not to rap ’bout lifestyle
i got style, but my name ain’t harry
call it one direction, ’cause i’m only going up
i’m blowing up
i’m turning up
i’m burning up
i’m a fire
so hot and i keep on top
like a cherry and i’m the whole cake
eat me up, see how explosive tastes
toxic waste, but really i’m sweet as candy
mint as brandy
drank so much now i’m out of my mind
will i get signed?
probably not, but i’m gonna stay on the grind
show these people what they were missing
then they’ll be itching
but i’ll decline
their loss, not mine
i’ll show you, i’m fine
dissing the music, but you’re giving it streams
free promo for me, i’m reigning supreme
think you’re tearing me down, but that’s merely a dream
you ain’t won this one, b-tch, get the f-ck off the scene
i diss people purely ’cause their music is wack
you can’t clap back, you got the brain of a rat
i’ll put you in my sack and you can suck on my nuts
learn how to write bars then your sh-t won’t just suck
i’ll go runnin’ then run in to your session and beat your verse
leave your track much better so i can cancel the he-rs-
i’ve murdered so many on the beat, i’m seeing a whole lotta red
but i ain’t playing ya, i won’t give you something that’s dead
not meant as a diss, i’m just saying it could’ve been better
get earl the hooded sweater
whatever his name is to help you put together
some words, more than just two letters
your words be hitting like feathers
there’s no weight but i’ll wait for you
invest in yourself, buy a chain
but just be cautious, it won’t improve your game
levels to this sh-t
i got an elevator
you cannot say i ain’t greater
than half these rappers
ay
this music is infectious, it’s like covid
woah b-tch
so sick
oh sh-t
what’s going on?
my heads in the clouds
bit like lost
i ain’t messing around
but to be honest, i kinda like it up here; i am not comin’ down

- wyler adair

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