Walk In The Room

[Hook: President T] Walk in the room, spray what I like T On The Wing, that's not hype I said, that's not right, I said, that's not right Walk in the room, spray what I like T On The Wing, that's not hype I said, that's not right, I said, that's not right [Verse 1: President T] "President, President, tell me your thoughts" 10 years ago, I was up in court Said no to drugs and I done two, three sports Mention my name? Two, three shots at your shorts (woah) Ending careers, top of the line, 15 years Straight ambition, never been any fears Spoke to my peers, they were like "stranger appears" Nah, stranger remains, this stuff runs in my veins You man tucking in chains Two, three punches but they ain't leaving sprains Murder, murder, no I ain't leaving stains Presidential knowledge, T with brains [Hook: President T] Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right [Verse 2: D Double E] (Blud) I'm the king of, king of Gimme the ting and I'll ring off, ring off No evidence? Write the ting off, ting off Nah, there's no such thing of, thing of You better jump in your whip and zing off Because your sell by date has gone off When you speak, like a light, I turn off All I want to know, is that all you can think of? Them man there on the brink of, brink of a fall off, fall off into the [?] I said fall off Take some time to cool off Lyrical war? Better call it off Get lost before you find out I'm a boss You don't want to make a man mad or cross You don't want to get left down [?] You don't want to make a man.... (buda-bup-bup) [Hook: President T] Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right [Verse 3: President T] Spray what I like, spray what I feel Got three years down the stairs, they don't want my appeal Nuff of them claim to be cruising, can't see hands on the wheel Tried to record, never been after a deal If grime was a course, I would do three, but I weren't after a meal (woah, woah) That's not right (wow) Two suitcases? Must be a flight "Prez, you're out of sight" One of the champs in grime, no need to bite So advanced, no need to write Blud, that's not hype Two avocados, I was the ripe Lyrically smoking who? Must be a pipe [Hook: President T] Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right Walk in the room, spray what I like "T On The Wing, that's not hype" I said, that's not right I said, that's not right