About the artist
Born in San Antonio - raised in New York - now back in San Antonio. Kenny Wade's music is a mix of East Coast and Down South Funk. He began his career as a battle rapper winning several competitions, then moved on to writing and producing his own beats and music. Kenny Wade founded and ran Royal Coach Records, doing his own marketing and promotion for over 10 years. He is the originator of the 210 anthem that was made for and performed at Sugar's in San Antonio. Kenny Wade is the grandson of a very well known record store owner and local celebrity who went by the name Melvin The Mack. The name of the record store was Music World records, which is the same name that Beyonce's dad uses for his record label today. After his grandad was incarcerated for shooting 2 racists, Kenny Wade was left homeless and made his way through group homes and foster care until he was finally placed in a home. At the age of 18 he found himself homeless again and without any assistance from his social worker he did what he had to do to survive. Now settled back in San Antonio he has secured a nice life situation and is now adjusting his music to match his current life, but he promises to continue to perform his original music because he feels that is still apart of who he is. Thank you for reading this and please return for new music.
Lyrics
Cheers to my Ballers
Cheers to my Hustlahs
Raise yo Glasses
Put yo cups up
Raise yo Glasses :: Raise yo Glasses
Man its time to drink and chill
throw some steaks up on the grill
we been grinding out all week for that dollar bill
now its time to relax
laying out 3 stacks
ice on my wrist got her lost like sleestacks
Land of the lost paid the cost to be the boss
Im Slick like Rick - Rich like Ross
Watch me floss Watch us shine
Its a party ya'll - yeah we do dis all tha time
got a room full of dimes - dudes rolling nicks
quart of da hennessey - str8 no mix
everybody fly - head to our kicks
Speakers on blast - DJ got it lit
hit after hit old school and new
Simply Hood - Brooklyn Zoo
Ray charles to the haters make it do what it do
Ima be me - you be you
Cheers to my Ballers
Cheers to my Hustlahs
Raise yo Glasses
Put yo cups up
Now its on and popping - play the wall is not an option
B-Boys pop an locking
chics rocking stockings with 6 inch heels
scrubbing the ground - DJ bumped my track and they loving the sound
free drinks all around - aint no need to ever charge
bank account swole - Pee Wee Large Marge
room full of stars
models actors
pro sports athletes
dope boys rappers
Ice glistening you can see us from the moon
Gold all around like King Tuts tomb
I got soldiers from New York
Playas from L.A.
Fam out in Texas
Hustlahs in the A
And we still getting paid making moves like in the movies
please believe me really truly
aint no thing for me to school these
Little rookies in the game
that be calling out my name
You can never be like me - we will never be the same
Cheers to my Ballers
Cheers to my Hustlahs
Raise yo Glasses
Put yo cups up