Buss The Red - P Money, Whiney

They say they want my life until they seen my life was mad

My first thing was aunties friend when I think back my life was mad

I lost a lot and made it back I found connects I 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 serve the whites, I serve the blacks, I serve the scat, I serve the wags

I serve the balls like tennis man, I never spoke but they said thanks

Thy never knew m but they told their party 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 and Maj I told her lies it wasn’t me

But they’re the things you can’t un see I didn’t know if she believed

Especially when I started buying show room 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 they 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 its me

I heard the sirens stop my car like what do you want

They pulled me twice a day it was long man’s asking questions what have you got

Like I’m gonna tell them I’ve got class A B and C man what do you want

They dragged me up and touched my car, to this day I think they took my watch

Everyday I went through this, I’m feeling away don’t like the pigs

I was hyping up and talking shit, while handcuffed they caught me 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 was going, dodging charges they keep throwing

This is what its 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 too run and hop the fence

Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left

Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check

Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red

This is what its 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 too run and hop the fence

Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left

Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check

Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red

Buss the red

Buss the red

Buss the red

Needed a break I was hiding in the raves

I used to go there every weekend all the bouncers knew my face

I had the Prada’s, had the chains, I had their girlfriends on my case

I never drank but they would say so much funny such a babe

I can’t lie man I was trouble had their boyfriends acting jealous

They weren’t heavy they get peppered, just a bunch of storytellers Doubled with

some main bredda’s, G’d up by OG fellas

From the streets until the top these family ties cannot be severed

This is what its 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 too run and hop the fence

Now I’m driving cars I bust a right then bust a left

Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check

Even though I’m far ahead I hear fuck it buss the red