$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