Buss The Red

They say they want my life until they see my life was mad My first fiend was aunty's friend When I think back my life was mad I lost a lot and made it back I found connects and made a pact Driving up and down the M-way Thanking god we made it back When it comes to earning bags there's no discriminating fam I served the whites I served the blacks I served a sket I served a wag I served the balls like tennis man I never spoke but they said thanks They never knew me but they told their party friends they know a chap Round about 19 my mum weren't making more than me I bought The fridge I bought a bed I filled the yard with plasma screens She found my wraps of coke an mag, I told her lies it wasn't me But they're the things you can't unsee I didn't know if she believed Especially when I started buying showroom whips at 23 I saw the feds and they saw p I got the word they're on to me Cause I was bait as bait can be Cause I was really in the streets I hid my face it got to the point Like what's the point they know it's Me I heard the sirens Stop my like car like what do you want They pulled me twice a day it was long Mans Asking questions what have you got Like im gonna tell them i've got class a b and c man what do you want They dragged me up an they searched my Car to this day I think they took my watch Everyday I went through this I'm feeling a way don't like the pigs I was Hyping up an talking shit While hand cuffed caught one in the ribs But I never stopped I kept on going They asked my girlfriend how'd you know him I could see where this is going Dodging charges they keep throwing This is what it's like when you're a product of your ends You hear different tones and different voices in your head Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he's a fed Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said When I was 17 I used to run and hop the fence Now I'm driving cars I buss a right and buss a left Buss another one watching the mirrors gotta check Even though I'm far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red This is what it's like when you're a product of your ends You hear different tones and different voices in your head Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he's a fed Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said When I was 17 I used to run and hop the fence Now I'm driving cars I buss a right and buss a left Buss another one watching the mirrors gotta check Even though I'm far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red Buss the red Buss the red Buss the red Needed break I was hiding in the raves Used to go there every weekend all the bouncers knew my face I had the pradas I had the chains I had their girlfriends on my case I never drank but they would say he's so much fun he's such a babe I can't lie man I was trouble had their boy friends acting jealous They weren't heavy they'd get peppered Just a bunch of story tellers I was with some made bredders G double O D fellas From the streets to the top These family ties cannot severed This is what it's like when you're a product of your ends You hear different tones and different voices in your head Paranoia kicks in got me thinking he's a fed Got me asking why you keep repeating what I said When I was 17 I used to run and hop the fence Now I'm driving cars I buss a right and buss a left Buss another one watching the mirrors gotta check Even though I'm far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red