Street Tale

Money on the table
Y'all niggas already know my niggas livin' that thug life
That drug life, smoke ounces of bud life
You niggas 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
Killin 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 fuck college cause a nigga 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 niggas 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 shit that men do
Livin' fast all my niggas 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 fuck about the shit you reppin'
Bitches hit me all day so I often reject 'em
But since I find out that's your bitch, 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 shit that men do
In the game ballin' til they kick me out
Livin' fast, all my niggas on that paper route