Middle Men

[Intro: Bruiser Wolf]
Bruiser Brigade!
Huh

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf]
Went from eighths to a quarter to a half to a whole
Catch me in the hood making calls
No, I'm not your middle man, no, I'm not illiterate
Take it too high that mean I only make a little bit
Did you make bread and lose your head?
Somebody cut the raw and we lost the spread
I wish I would've knew what I know
'Cause back when it was a drought, that lame had the snow for the low
And I was stupid 'cause you know I took it
Shit, I got to the crib and I couldn't cook it
But it's clear why you still schemin'
You got taxed like I got taxed, but I'm still eating, yeah
You went twenty-fivе on me, seventy-fivе on me
Them prices too high, you don't want me to buy, homie?
Hood money, good money where I'm from
Detroit city, everybody sell somethin'

[Chorus: Fat Ray]
Middle men
Middle-middle-middle-middle men
Put tax on me, Lord I don't buy no more
You ain't gotta supply no more
Have mercy on middle men
Middle-middle-middle-middle men
Put tax on me no matter how I try
No matter how much I buy
Have mercy on me

[Verse 2: Bruiser Wolf & Fat Ray]
The dope fiends my best friends
The dope fiend my best friends
The dope fiends my best friends
The dope fiend my best friend
Told myself just to get paid
All this trapping got me in a maze
Told myself to get paid
But all this trapping got me in a maze
I got taxed 'cause he beat me to the punch
Tryna get the high-high for some fake Runtz
I got taxed 'cause he beat me to the punch
Tryna get the high-high for some fake Runtz
You know I ain't lyin'

[Chorus: Fat Ray]
Middle men
Middle-middle-middle-middle men
Put tax on me (You know I ain't lyin'), Lord I don't buy no more
You ain't gotta supply no more (Woah)
Have mercy on middle men
Middle-middle-middle-middle men
Put tax on me no matter how I try
No matter how much I buy
Have mercy on me
Have mercy on me