No Middle Man - Berner, J. Stalin

Yea, shout out to the D-Boys baby

We gettin' money this year

I hustle 'til the weight’s gone

Money slow, but I stay strong

Militant minded, spittin' out napalm

State to state, all the real G’s gotta feel us

No middle man shit, nah we the dealers

Grew up a convict like Akon

In the kitchen whippin' gettin' my bake on

But fuck jail, before we go, they gon' have to kill us

No middle man shit, nah we the dealers

He came home with blood in his hands

He’s a changed man

And now he can’t sleep at night

I got cream for 16, you can’t beat that price

Remember Benny with them old schools and freaked out bikes?

I’m on the phone with my fam in the pen, stay up

Gave him ten years just for stickin' banks up

Fresh from my shirt to my shoes

You know pimpin’s in her ear, tryna get her to choose

I’m outta state feeling like a fuckin million or two, new life

Wrist covered in new ice, I’m too nice

Polo pea coat, fire weed to smoke

Z’s got all me tired, got me speaking slow

All I see is death, so I value every breath I take

And clean up every mess I make

State to state, all the D-Boys gotta feel us

No middle man shit, nah we the dealers

We the realest, ridin' in a car full of killers

You ain’t done what we done

You don’t get it like this, you ain’t from where I’m from

I’m from the home of coke dealers, pimpin, and bums

I’m from the home of young ones that’ll shoot up your ride over nothin'

This bow got 'em losin their mind

Thoughts of suicide got him crying alone, he took his life on his own

And fuck time I’d rather die before we go, they gon' have to kill us

Six deep with seven guns

Went from a key and ten p’s to seven tons

Back on the road, a new load, my second run in two weeks

I gave the 2-seater new feet

And got the swimming pool lookin like a new beach

Bad bitches blowin' good without her thing on

From the bottom to the top, it didn’t take long

I could never change nigga it’s in my family tree

My cousin had the line and passed it down to me

First time I seen big money was Big lee (?)

Nigga I bought two, but he fronted me 3

16 and I’m tryna see a whole key

Tried to go to school, but nigga it just wasn’t for me

Therefore I learned everything I know in these streets

Rain hail sleet, I was outside

Sellin to dope fiends but never lost my pride

Real killa you can see it in a nigga eyes

If we doin' bad, we comin' for the pies

Fuck the middle man cuz nigga we the wise guys

I can get you the shit that’ll have their ass fly high

Stuck in the kitchen cuz I’m addicted to pitchin'

Tried to tell em I’m a hustla but they didn’t listen

He ain’t pay em up so now his ass missin