$yndicate

[Intro]
Bruiser Brigade

[Verse 1: Bruiser Wolf & J.U.S]
Uh, I get hated on 'cause I made it from where I made it from
Didn't have a lane so I created one
Money is my native tongue, Detroit's native son
That's faded and daily smokin' Runtz
I'm the one, 'cause it's a O in front of me
These crabs in a barrel ain't from the sea
They in every city on the map
Niggas fifty-nine wanna put fifty in yo' fitted cap
Just relax, this is rap
I'm talented, in the lab like a alchemist
Using a triple bеam to balance it, doing number like a calculus
But lifе has its challenges
So I keep still like paralysis
Watch me ball, you an analyst
Play with keys like a piano riff
Raise your glasses, this for those who never had shit
The ones that's gone but the memory everlastin'
It's hard to accept that they gone
Got me feelin' like Lil Wayne, singing "damn, I miss my dawgs"
I'm touching green like I'm accepting calls
Making cream and then investing all
I could care less about trying to impress a broad
You know my occupation
Supplying work in moderation
Still looking for a Sanaa Lathan
With a Mary-Jane body fragrance
That'll tease and make me read her body language
Dog food is a party favorite
I was wearing weight before potty-trainin', it was entertainin'
I had a funny upbringing like the Wayans (Uh)
Bricks of white girls, white chicks, I'm just sayin'

[Verse 2: J.U.S & Bruiser Wolf]
I stayed up late, watchin' Nick At Nite
Baggin' nicks in the pillows, so I can get a pair of Mikes
I should've went to school to be a pharmacist (And why's that?)
So I could be as close to the pills as possible (Yeah)
And gettin' money wasn't optional
We was the lab rats in the maze, avoiding all the obstacles
Dealers and prostitutes is fellowshippin'
We make a judgement-free zone and work out like Planet Fitness
Now we giggin', smokin' on the Cannatique out the can
Sent Bree to the store, for plastic bags and rubber bands
I'm 'bout-'bout it, my whip got the shit when you hop out it
It'll park itself, that bitch sweet, I wish it charged itself
I'm enlightened but I'm dark as hell
I'm conflicted it ain't hard to tell
I remember adderalls was cheap and hella hard to sell
It's catching up with the girl and it's kinda hard to tell
Quiet as kept hit it with a step
I ran out of white and then I offered her meth
Next time I seen the bitch, she had to offer me sex
'Cause she ran out of money and she drownin' in debt, damn

[Outro]
'Cause I don't need that kind of pressure
Especially not from a white man
(Would you work for a black man?)
I could but, maybe one day I will
(Do you know how many people you're destroying?)
Yes
(And you're still happy with this?)
Yes, I'm not destroying them, they're destroying theirself
I'm just distributing it