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      Tyler The Creator

      Album: Wolf

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      Tyler The Creator - 48 Música y Letra

      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
      
      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 ma?” my conscience eats it up all the time
      But other than that I’m fine I got a little money in my pocket.
      
      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
      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 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

      Tyler The Creator - 48 Música y Letra

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