Tyler, The Creator - 48 lyrics

Crack f**ed 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 sh** I wonder if it f**ed with their conscious It f**ed with me being out there, I couldn't stand it I couldn't stand seeing people f**ing 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 sh** 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, sh**s 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, n***a They are coming for you, n***a n***as be hating I'm doing them b**hes Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets And running the man and he's losing his f**ing 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 motherf**er, for k**in' your aunties and uncles, The hustle and hunger, all I wanted was a cheeseburger, And a little chain tuck, didn't realize this game f**ed, 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 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 n***a, we broke as f** Homie got a chop shop I sold that truck And I sold that dope Motherf**ers hope this n***a go broke But like my work I give no f**s, I'm sorry She could have been a doctor, n***a, I'm sorry Could have been a actor and won that Oscar, said, I'm sorry I sold that soap and I k**ed 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, 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 sh** out of you, you wind up with so much work That you'll be scared to d**h 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?