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