Nah Rudeboy President T (Ft. P Money)

[Verse 1: President T]
Can't get a round of applause
When I say President T, everybody pause
Take another MC straight to the shores
When I come around, I'm taking jaws
Stand man up in a line, I don't wanna hear no flaws
I know man that'll take off doors and go through the wardrobe taking drawers
Nah, rudeboy, too busy watching as the Hennessy pours
When I was a yout, man I had chores
Putting other MCs to sleep, and I ain't talking the one that comes with snores
I don't wanna hear that talk that's trending, "Prez, thanks for attending, your whole career in grime is pending"

[Hook: President T]
Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Move like a sideman? Nah, rudeboy
Move like a likkle man? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy, nah, rudeboy
Stepping on my toes? Nah, rudeboy
Crease up clothes? Nah, rudeboy
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, rudeboy
Nah, rudeboy

[Verse 2: P Money]
Oi, rudie
Word to Chip, yo, dem man are bookey
I heard all your talk about shoot me, about "who's he?"
Tell him I run this scene, just me on my Js
Like Jamie, Joseph and Julie
R1 plus Uzi, when I premiere shots, red carpet like the movies
Fight till I die like Bruce Lee
Lyric for lyric or bullet for bullet, you'll lose, G
Win, especially when the feds lose me
Red light, barring it, bus lane violator, think I'd let ticket man abuse me?
You've gone mad, cuz
I'll drapse that pussyhole back, blud (come here)
And make sure he picks his ticket back up
Fuck 39s, I've got one for backup