48 Lyrics - Tyler, The Creator

Crack fucked up the woExplainrld, and I wonder if they realized the damage 

I mean, they come from an era who made a lot of money of that shit 

I wonder if it fucked with their conscience 

It fucked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it 

I couldn't stand seeing people fucking themselves up like that on the shit 

And 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 

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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 mine?" my conscience eats it up all the time 

But other than that I'm fine, I got a little money in my pocket 

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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 

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, 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 

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?