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 (can everybody put their hands up)
It fucked with me being out there, I couldn't stand it (everybody, get ready)
I couldn't stand seeing people fucking themselves up like that (bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
But that's where the money came from (bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
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's 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 owing 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
Motherfucker, it's my fault (my fault)
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