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 muthaf*ckin 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 f*ck 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
Zero 610 - WADE WILSON Lyrics
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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 muthaf*ckin 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 f*ck 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
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 muthaf*ckin 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 f*ck 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
Writer: Zachary Rotz
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