Day In The Life

[Intro: Stevie and President T]
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

[Verse 1]
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 its 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

[Interlude: Stevie]
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

[Verse 2]
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

[Interlude]
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

[Verse 3]
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 bits, 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

[Outro]
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'!