48 Testo

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
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 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