[Verse 1]
They say they want my life until they see my life was mad
My first fiend was auntie's 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 sket, I serve the wag
I serve the balls like tennis man, I never spokе, but they said thanks
They nevеr knew me, but they told their party friends they know a chap
'Round about nineteen, 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 twenty-three
I saw the feds and they saw P, I got the word they're onto 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 it's me
I heard the sirens, stopped 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
Every day, I went through this, I'm feeling a way, 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
[Chorus]
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 seventeen, I used to run and hop the fence
Now I'm driving cars, I bust a right and bust a left
Bust another one, watching the mirrors, gotta check
Even though I'm far ahead, I hear, "Fuck it, bust 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 seventeen, I used to run and hop the fence
Now I'm driving cars, I bust a right and bust a left
Bust another one, watching the mirrors, gotta check
Even though I'm far ahead, I hear, "Fuck it, bust the red"
Bust the red
Bust the red
Bust the red
[Verse 2]
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 Pradas, 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 boyfriends acting jealous
They weren't heavy, they get peppered, just a bunch of storytellers
Doubled with some main breddas, G-double O-D fellas
From the streets until the top, these family ties cannot be severed
[Chorus]
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 seventeen, I used to run and hop the fence
Now I'm driving cars, I bust a right and bust a left
Bust another one, watching the mirrors, gotta check
Even though I'm far ahead, I hear, "Fuck it, bust the red"
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