Sha Hef - Street Tale lyrics

Money on the table Y'all n***as already know my n***as livin' that thug life That drug life, smoke ounces of bud life You n***as in the club how you spendin' money on bud like, getting buzzed light I just wanna talk to the people real quick dawg Thoughts of a visionary My mind vast I'm seeing present and past The way i'm livin' is legendary Guess it's hereditary, it's in my genes I need it by any means The way i'm livin' is necessary Until i'm dead and buried Steady progressin', hustlin' is my profession Could never sit and be sedentary Gone since February, back in the trap And I'm takin' my corner back like I'm tryna build up my secondary Ya hear me? It's Wayne Perry on the microphone k**in all these tracks is the fact when I recite these poems I'm in my zone, no longer playin man to man Cookin' up the grams of tan And we move 'em hand to hand We livin' off the land So f** college cause a n***a went to school but the streets gave me my knowledge Just tryna' fill my wallet, and make a decent profit Call a model up and pop it Don't knock it til you lived it And never take anything for granted Everyday's a privilege Don't let them get to close, let 'em hate from a distance You take this life for granted n***as take it in an instance It's a street tale, hustle and we eat well Gotta grind, gotta shine, ain't no time to fail Ride or die on them days and them lonely nights Grand crew and that sour got me high as a kite Future bright, ain't no tellin' what we been through For a dollar all the evil sh** that men do Livin' fast all my n***as on that paper route Chasin the life of riches, escapin the life of poverty Bein' broke I just don't know how to be This is cash man, you can tell it by the quality Everytime you see me, G acknowledge me Flame off, had to pull it twice These hollow tips'll melt you like candle wax when I let the thang off Diamonds in my watch look like frozen sprite over ice Tryna' stop me but couldn't stop my determination Throughouly tested how I'm spittin it's very impressive Don't give a f** about the sh** you reppin' b**hes hit me all day so I often reject 'em But since I find out that's your b**h, I'll make an exception It's a street tale, hustle and we eat well Gotta grind gotta shine ain't no time to fail Ride or die on them days and them lonely nights Future bright ain't no tellin 'what we been through For a dollar, all the evil sh** that men do In the game ballin' til they kick me out Livin' fast, all my n***as on that paper route