President T - Day In The Life lyrics

Yeah yeah yeah yeah, yeah Pres
Yeah wh- what's going cuz, what's
Going on yeah yeah yeah it’s me man, it’s me
It’s me Stevie man yeah what’s poppin’ man
What’s poppin’ what’s poppin’
Come on you know what I mean, like
You need to be, you know
You need to be gotta be
Replying back brother, you know what I mean
You're coming
Out here you know your top fan Pres, you
Know, and a lot of guys
Are talking rubbish out
There I know they are Pres bruv but you
If you ain’t here to say
Nothing back you know
How are you gonna prove it to them, you know
Oi oi oi oi blud I don’t need
To prove nothin’ to no one, understand?
Man can see clearly with their eyes
(yeah) listen to my bars and I’m
Talking about (aargh ok then)
Pres Pres Pres Pres

Brother, know where you come from
Please you know my steez
'cause I’m playing with P’s
And the food that I’m moving
Do you think it's ease?
Must be smoking the trees cuz I’m
On a 12 month ban
But I’m still holding the keys
I know guys overseas that’ll
Come through quickly
Spray a man and then breeze
They only care about youngsters
Let alone OAPs nobody move, everybody freeze
I know guys from France and fresh off
The lorry Chinese that’ll
Come through quickly light up man with ease
All you gonna hear ‘em
Say is kill off killy, kill off killy
President please

Yeah President, you know
I got the cd through my door
The other day you know great
Stuff mate you know what I mean
I’ve been blastin’ you know
Give me a ring on my number
As soon as you get
This message and get back to
Me let’s talk you know

Yeah me and my crew, made up of observers
We buss gun like Johnny and burgers
Cuzzy we ain’t running no circus
We stopped laughing
Ever since man tried murk us
You ain’t gotta lie rudeboy
I know you heard us
Most of your people prefer us
Prefer us or prepare for the worst
Whole heap of shots I burst
Whole heap of man disperse cuz
I’ve got drinks of every percent
Blud, I ain’t dying of thirst
All this money
Think it comes from a pensioners purse?
Yeah me and my crew, made up of observers
We buss gun like Johnny and burgers
Cuzzy we ain’t running no circus
We stopped laughing
Ever since man tried murk us

Yeah Pres you know how it is
Hear what I'm saying though
Fuckin', the tunes and that
They're all cold and that yeah
Don’t get it twisted
But, see that ting that's going
On on the road
And that blud, with the straps and that
You haven't done that still

All this screaming, all this
Hype, all this screaming, all this hype
Governor trust me you don’t
Really want no hype
I know serious heads that lost
In the head that pipe
In my bit's, that’s what it’s like
Rudey come off the hype
I’ve had enough of that, I said
I’ve had enough of that, yeah
Dom Pérignon, yeah I’ve had enough of that
I’m a veteran in this game if it was
Football surely I‘d be a David Platt
Cuz I store guns, shanks
Meat cleavers and bats
Boy better know I’m a gangster blud
You're some postman pats
I’ve got builders, doctors
Whole heap of postman cats

Yeah fucking prick, you know
Always chatting shit yeah
Heard they know I’m on top
Of the fucking world
You fucking dickhead, yeah
Going out to my gang
Man in Meridian yeah, Paper Pabs
H, JME, Bossman, yeah, Skepta, dan
Yeah and it’s large
Doing it the large way going
Out to P Dot yeah don’t fuck around
Yeah! Man’s fucking sick in the fucking
Head, yeah! Man’s twisted and
Shit, yeah! Come around
Buss straps through everyone’s window d'you
Know what I'm sayin'! President T, yeah!
Fucking President T blud d'you
Know what I'm sayin'!