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