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Paul Williams

"Dead Residentz"

[Intro:]
I’m out for dead residentz who’s all about the money
I’m out for dead residentz who been stay grinding
I’m out for dead residentz who’ve been stay eating
Can’t knock my hustle for my goals I’m reaching

[Verse 1:]
I spit that angel sh*t, never sold to the devil sh*t
The sh*t that’ll make you question my style, remain anonymous
Let me live out my dreams, until my heart runs out
Time is money so I spend it on music to show out
I had a piece of mind until my mind piece out
It was f*ck the world like pac now the world f*cking us
But f*ck it, I can’t be trippin the earth been slipping
I slide away from danger, pride myself to be a human
We live in heaven and hell, all we do is inhale
Y’all smoke your demons away, I’m the guy who meditate
When the money comes in, the bills will also come out
Everything was good week ago, this week no ounce
We live to have a ceiling it couldn’t get bigger
I had to cut my past, I’m too focus on the future
I’m here to preach to the n*ggas, with low self-esteem
Cash rules everything around Raleigh, NC

[Hook:]
I’m out for dead residentz who can’t rep the streets (say what)
I’m out for dead residentz who can’t stand and speak (say what)
I’m out for dead residentz who can’t achieve their dreams (say what)
I’m out for dead residentz who’s all about surviving (say what)
I’m out for dead residentz who’s all about the money
I’m out for dead residentz who been stay grinding
I’m out for dead residentz who represent my city
Can’t knock my hustle for my goals that I’m reaching

[Verse 2:]
In the booth, I go Abraham on every competition
Just to get that Franklin, and save him for a rainy day
Been seeking for that deal, Hope it comes fast, no priest
Never know what happens, just live till I’m deceased
The reviews about me, they painted me a villain
Can’t be no joker, I’m no criminal but a chemist (Walter)
My president was black, now my president is whack
Worried about a damn wall, no one gives a two cents
It was written on my paper, this is Escobar season
Time for me to stop the drug dealing get everybody clean and
Make moves for blacks to find their own power
Make moves for woman as well, and our lives matter too
The bad times my heart became hollow, I crumbled
My heroes filled me up with music for me to keep me rumble
Live in a generation where it’s either do or die
Suicide or get better at life, we all gotta strive
It’s the, W-A-N G-R-A
Why did I choose this path to live in 919?
Maybe someone in my city need another Sir Walter
This trouble Kid is on that mission, finding him closure

[Hook:]

[Outro:]
Go get your money, we all gotta eat
Go get your money, we all gotta hustle
Go get your money, we all gotta grind
Go get your money, we all gotta shine

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