Artist: Tyler, The Creator
Crack fucked up the world
And I wonder if they realize it's a damage
I mean they come from an era who made a lot of money off 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 on that 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
Shit is getting warmer on that corner
You gotta watch out for them 5-0 phoners
Your mother is a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fires 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 coop 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
I'm running the man and he's losing his fucking mind
And it's all an illusion
Who was alluding all of this potent
I am the reason your family is using and shooting up,
It's my fault
You can blame me motherfucker,
For killing 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 so many lives
Oh, how's ma?
My conscience eats it up all the time (48, 48, 48 things)
But other than that I'm fine I got a little money in my pocket.
Nigga, we're 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
Yeah, 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 know what I mean?
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