- Tyler, The Creator 48 歌詞
- 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
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
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 manin 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 todeath
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
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