$yndicate

Lyrics

[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