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