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Greatest to Ever Touch Down

One of the only one take guys in Britain left

Never had problems at my door, never had problems at my gates

What I'm doing Britain, some of them ask; "Would you do it in the States?"

I don't really know, with my record, that's maybe a not

All I ever hear is rounds, they were like, "Prez are you shot?"

Maybe I wounded, with a likkle intent

Filled him up with lead and copper, and I ain't talking the ones that are bent

Trust T on the wing, if I say 100 percent

Wayland and Strangeways, that's where I went

Sorry, that's not what I meant, what's it going to be, G or a gent?

Never had problems at my door, never had problems at my gate

I don't want to turn, England into the States

Never had problems, at my door, never had problems at my gate, trust me

I'll start raising the rates, never had problems

Come to your home, I said come to your home

All I want to do is talk

Don't want to bring it all down to the chrome

I was the afro without the comb

So much food in my crib, you would of thought, it was filled with foam

"Prez, will you ever lie to the fans?"

Nah rudeboy, you should be asking, will you ever die for the grands?

Never had problems on my porch

Anybody talking large, send for my likkle nephew with the torch

And I ain't talking the ones that shine

They were like, this mantle is fine, I mean that's if you mention mine

President T on the grime

Never had problems at my door, never had problems at my gate

I don't want to turn, England into the states

Never had problems

At my door, never had problems at my gate, trust me

I'll start raising the rates, never had problems