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Featuring Frank Ocean (Intro: Nas) 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 (Hook x2: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean) 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 (Verse 1: Tyler, The Creator) 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 hotter The only thing you wanna bump her was your freedom You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep in the seashore You got a mother she don't support you SongtexteBut 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 in them jeans, and it's fucking mind and it's all an illusion who was alludin' all of this potent I am the reason your family is usin' 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. (Hook x2: Tyler The Creator & Frank Ocean) 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 (Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator) Nigga, we broke as fuck Homie got a shop so I sold that truck And I sold that dope Motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke But like my work I give no work I'm sorry She could've been a doctor nigga I'm sorry Could've been an actor and won that oscar man I'm sorry I sold that soap and I killed black folk But I got a nice car put my sister through school With my mama all cool I'm sorry I'm in too deep, and I can't see the shore (Outro: Nas) You get addicted to the flip, the transaction, the hustling And you get more of 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 a go to guy forever They say you know you went too good Way too good Scared the shit out of you You wind up with so much work You'd be scared to death It's important for us to realize man You gotta get out of that Deuce by the choppers Shoot down people that look just like them You're buying guns to take down each other Nobody wins, you know what I mean Aus Songtexte Mania