WADE WILSON Lyrics

Keep it a stack, my pride intact

Wade Wilson two blades on my back, don't get attached

Who got that loud I need that gas, we smoke the packs

My mind is bent like where we at? Walking on glass

Don't put no words into my mouth talking on my behalf

Yall think you know me call me Edge put bodies to the mat

What I write is real I put my soul and heart up on the wax

Tryna get a verse that shit a stack you bouta need a tab

Gotta make the quota, this shit bang like Sosa

A good muthafuckin fella call me Ray Liota

Na dawg I ain't sober, homie bouta roll up

They can't get me out of my lane bitch I'm steady doing what I'm posed to

Ain't on a poster I ain't a poser fuck all the labels

All they wanna do is take food that I made right up off of the table

This no MTV my g this ain't on cable

So I know that I