Lawless YB - President lyrics

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President

Intro

Ha-ha the king is back and this round it’s murder

You heard

Now let’s do that babe

Chores

I’m SSSSS President

SSSSS President X2

Verse one

I’m living for today spending big like a king

Twenty thousand pounds a day, money ain’t a thing

Burn the haters I’m ready for show down

Friday hook me up in juba raha down town

Saturday executive joint

Every day is a challenge but I’m a giant

I started rap days back before you saw the sun

Talk of Africa is Sudanese son

Dissing me got nothing to say with wannabees

Home and a way is nurturing beggars

No wonder gate keepers are claiming to be MCs

So how dare you compare Rappa-Dog with a king

Law is the man in this town got all eyes on me

I reign from Darfur to great lakes region

If you love YB put your hands in the air

say yeah(yeah) Say yeah(yeah)

Chores

Let it be known I keep on stitching my frown

The weight of the world I feel pressing me down

My mother begged me to quit drinking hell no

She doesn’t know the weight of my afflictions

Spare me the noise I can die any minute

I’m settling scores with my AK47

Got no love for living like a convict

Good boy gone bad now feel the aftermath

It’s a pity that I’m breathing my enemies

Bad boys never give up we hustle to the end

What tomorrow holds for me, remain a mystery

Cos jealousy and anger is what their eyes portray man

This industry is earning me grudges

Young and gifted this talent is chronic

I’m far from beginning no need to panic

Number one all the time and the saga continues

Chores

Verse three

Verse number three, number three number three

You wanna know who introduced rap in south side

That hot boy in town bringing competition

Easy it’s official I’m bringing action

No more faking lyrics the poet is born

I’m a great rapper like Jal and ain’t been crown

Future sound is me the king of underground right

I’m a living legend like Jay Z

It gonna take me bullet to quit or retire

Ain’t got no time for compromise I’m breathing fire

My lyrics cause tremor you can call me the Game

I’m thanking radio presenters

Maal Maker, sebit William patrict Oyet and Barnabas

For holding me down made me a celebrity

Maridi ,mundri and yei keep the flame burning

Yirol East andRumbek the revolution is on

Chores

Interludes

Fades

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Thanks to Mangar Azuma