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