[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