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[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, s***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, 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. [Hook:] [Verse 2: Tyler, The Creator] 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 [Outro: Nas] You get addicted to the flip, the transaction, the hustling We [?] 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
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