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Tyler The Creator - 48 Live Lyrics

[Intro: Nas]
Crack fucked up the world (Woo)
And I wonder if they realize the damage
I mean, they come from an era
Who made a lot of money off that shit (Alright)
And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience (Everybody, put your hands up)
It fucked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it (Fucking hands up, everybody, get ready)
I couldn’t stand seeing people fucking themselves up like that on the shit (Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, bouncе, bounce)
And that's where thе money came from

[Chorus]
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, yeah nigga
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
Forty-eight, forty-eight, forty-eight states I get it in (Nigga)
They call me Mr. Treat Your Nose
If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low, nigga

[Verse]
Shit's getting warmer, on that corner
Gotta watch out for them 5-0 phoners
Your mother’s a goner
I warned you before you supersized my fries with that dollar
You got a daughter, shit's getting harder
The only thing you wanna bunk her was your freedom
You can't afford to get caught up but you in too deep
And the seashore ain't saw
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 what you’re used to
So you bought two, nigga
They 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 shooting up
Motherfucker, It's my fault