President T - Fire in the Booth lyrics

[Instrumental 1] OK, wow Greatest to ever touch down Like I said before Whoever told you different was lying Yeah, going out to the Bloodline Full entourage Going out to Ultra Going out to my bredrin T, yeah It's real, OK, wow Can't talk to me about school, I've got results Yeah, I'm a mic man, no obligation quotes Yeah, I'm a president but I ain't looking no votes From morning, I've been instant and I ain't talking oats Yeah, I had thousands but it ain't volts Man wanna talk 'bout losing the screws, little does he know I lost all of my bolts Last couple times I was on bail was for a**aults Don't ask me why, too busy counting notes Yeah, too busy counting Ps And I was young, but it don't mean That I weren't counting Gs Take off me? Nah, must be a dream Give cats the food, must be a fiend I said there's not an MC that could get to my level of stripes I was like almost the level of Snipes BM, Mercedes, yeah, I've got types I've got an African friend who said yeah, I've got swipes What's he gonna get? Pair of Nikes I don't wanna send for the strally That'll bore off a pair of [?] When trouble ignites, I know man that are scared of heights That'll skip to the side and lock off your lights k** Off k**y, stranger returns President T excites I don't wanna see these man get out of the pram To make a point, you was the point, out of the gram So much cash, can't put me in the slam I was in Manny but I weren't taking the tram Prez, heard you were moving boxes They better know that I am Know that I will, know that I can I bring the fire and I ain't talking Sam Never had a clue, but it don't mean I was part of a clan So then I was smoking behind the wheel For only part of my ban To all my fans, please don't think "Back Inna My Face" is when I began OK, large [Instrumental 2] Yeah, OK Going out to the up north ma**ive Going out to the midland crew, ya know Shoutout to Sherry, Carly, Nadie, Michelle You know who you are Right now, yeah And it's real As we take it down I'm gonna introduce you to some new stuff As it goes If you don't know I'm king of grime You've made a mistake Can't ask Prez for a slice I'm talking Jake with the snake So old school, wow I'm talking Jake with the snake I was the protein without the shake Nah, this ain't Meek or Drake I was like "are you awake?" Of course I am, but it don't mean That I won't go back to sleep in a sec None of these grime MCs are holding the TEC "Prez, I heard you're holding a cheque" Wanna know why? I was the distance without the trek Are you known? Draw for the violin [?] Never had problems at my door Never had problems at my gates What I'm doing in Britain, some of them ask "Will you do it in the States?" I only know with my record, that's maybe a not All I ever hear is rounds, they were like "Prez, are you shot?" Maybe I'm wounded, with a little intent Fill him up with [lead and copper] But I ain't talking the ones that are bent Trust T on the wing When I say hundred percent [?] strange race, that's where I went Sorry, that's not where I went What's it gonna be? G or a gent? Never had problems at my door Never had problems at my gates What I'm doing in Britain, some of them ask "Will you do it in the States?" Never had problems at my door Never had problems at my gates One more word, trust me I'll start raising the rates, yeah All this war in grime I said, all this war in grime If I really wanted to, I would close it down Are you sure that you wanna jump into fire? There's no one to hose it down Don't be a ga**ed up MC clown Before you know, I'll be back in front of the crown When will Trim become the talk of the town? Trust me Britain, he ain't never been no k**er I said when will he? When will he? Never know, might go Wembley, I'll be in the Villa Shoutout to Big Dog Yogo and my bredrin Trilla You man know who's realer