Lyrics Buss The Red - P Money, Whiney

Buss The Red

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