Tyler, The Creator - 48

Crack fucked up the world
and I wonder
if they realized the damage
I mean I come from an era who
made a lot of money of that shit
I wonder if it fucked with
their conscious
It fucked with me being out there
I couldn't stand it
I couldn't stand seeing people
fucking themselves up like that
But that's
where the money came from
48 48 48 states I get it in
48 48 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
48 48 48 states I get it in
48 48 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
Shit is getting warmer
on that corner
Gotta watch out
for them 5 0 phoners
Your mother is a goner
I warned you before you
supersized my fries
with that dollar
You got a daughter
shits getting harder
The only thing you wanna bump
her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught
up but you in too deep
and the seashore ain't soil
You got a mother
she don't support you
But you bought her a new house
cause you love her
Growing up you barely had a roof
Now you got a coupe and it
doesn't have a roof
I guess you’re accustomed to
what you’re used to
So you bought two nigga
They are coming for you nigga
Niggas be hating
I'm doing them bitches
Like Susan
and Karen be doing your pockets
And running the man and
he's losing his fucking mind and
it’s all an illusion
Who was alludin' all of this potent
I am the reason your family is
using and shootin' up
it’s my fault
You can blame me motherfucker
for killin' your aunties
and uncles
The hustle and hunger
all I wanted was a cheeseburger
And a little chain tuck
didn’t realize this game
fucked up some lives
Oh how’s ma
my conscience eats
it up all the time
But other than that I’m fine
I got a little money in my pocket
48 48 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
48 48 48 states I get it in
48 48 48 states I get it in
They call me Mr Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow
I can get it for the low
Nigga we broke as fuck
Homie got a chop shop
I sold that truck
And I sold that dope
Motherfuckers hope
this nigga go broke
But like my work I give no fucks
I’m sorry
She could have been a doctor nigga
I’m sorry
Could have been a actor and won
that Oscar said I'm sorry
I sold that soap
and I killed black folk I’m sorry
But I got a nice car put my
sister through school
While my momma all cool
I'm sorry I'm in too deep
and I can’t see the shore
I'm sorry
You get addicted to the flip
You get addicted to the flip
I'm sorry
the transaction the hustling
Even more than the money
it's just your job
You feel like it's your duty to
be the man in between the man
And make this happen for that
person to do this and do that
You become the go to guy forever
And next thing you know
you’re in too deep way too deep
Scare the shit out of you
you wind up with so much work
That you'll be scared to death
It's important
for us to realize man
We gotta get out of that man
Ya know dudes is buying choppers
To shoot down people
that look just like them
Dudes is buying guns
to take down each other
Nobody wins
Ya known what I mean