[Intro: Nas & Tyler, The Creator]

Crack, fucked up the world

And, I wonder if they realize the damage

I mean, they come from an era

Who made a lot of money off that shit (Mhm)

And I wonder if it fucked with they 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

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Frank Ocean]

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

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 1: Tyler, The Creator]

Shift 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, shift'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 ya

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 then 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

It's my fault

You can, blame me, motherfucker

For killing your aunties and uncles

The hustle and hunger

All I wanted was a cheeseburger

And a little chain, tucked

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

[Chorus: Tyler, The Creator & Frank Ocean]

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

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 2: Tyler, The Creator]

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 (Yeah)

She could have been a doctor, nigga, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)

Could have been an actor and won that Oscar, said I'm sorry

I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)

But I got a nice car, put my sister through school

And my mama all cool, I'm sorry (Yeah, nigga)

I'm in too deep and I can't see the shore, I'm sorry

[Outro: Nas & Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah you get addicted to the flip, we used to call it

You get addicted to the flip (I'm sorry)

The-the-the-the transaction, the hustling (I'm sorry)

But even more than the money, it's just your job (I'm sorry)

You feel like, it's your duty to be, the man in between the man

That makes this happen for that person (I'm sorry)

And to do this and do that

You become a go-to-guy for people

You know, forever

Next thing you know you're in too deep

Way too deep, scare the shit outta you

You wind up with so much work, you'd be scared to death

It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get out of that, man

You know, dudes is buying choppers

Shoot down people that look just like them

Dudes is buying guns, to take down each other

Nobody wins, ya know what I mean?