文本歌词

Buss The Red - P Money/Whiney
Lyrics by：Paris Joel Moore-Williams/William Hine
Composed by：Paris Joel Moore-Williams/William Hine
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
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 and Maj
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 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 searched 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 s**t
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 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 bust a right then bust a left
Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check
Even though I'm far ahead I hear f**k 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 bust a right then bust a left
Bust another one watching the mirrors got to check
Even though I'm far ahead I hear f**k 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 f**k it buss the red