text: Crack fucked up the world
  And I wonder if they realized the damage
  I mean, they come from an era
  Who made a lot of money off that shit
  And I wonder if it fucked with they conscience
  It fucked with me being out there, I couldnt stand it
  I couldnt stand seeing people fucking theyselves up like that on the shit
  And thats 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, nigga
  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, nigga
  Shits getting warmer, on that corner
  Gotta watch out for them 5-0 foreigners
  Your mothers 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 bunk her was your freedom
  You cant afford to get caught up but you in too deep
  And the seashore aint saw ya
  You got a mother, she dont 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 doesnt 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 Im doing them bitches
  Like Susan and Karen be doing your pockets
  And running the man and hes 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
  Its 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, hows mine?
  My conscience eats it up all the time but, other than that I’m fine
  I got a little money in my pocket
  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, nigga
  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, nigga
  Nigga, we broke as fuck
  Homie got a chop shop, I stole that truck
  And I sold that dope, motherfuckers hope this nigga go broke
  But like my work I give no fucks, Im sorry 
  She could have been a doctor, nigga, I’m sorry 
  Could have been an actor and won that Oscar, said Im sorry
  I sold that soap, and I killed black folk, Im sorry 
  But I got a nice car, put my sister through school
  While my mama all cool, Im sorry 
  Im in too deep and I can’t see the shore, Im sorry
  You get addicted to the flip, we used to call it
  You get addicted to the flip 
  The, the, the, the transaction, the hustling 
  Even more than the money, its just your job 
  You feel like its your duty to be the man in between the man
  And make this happen for that person 
  And to do this and do that
  You become the go to guy, you know, forever
  Next thing you know you’re in too deep
  Way too deep, itll scare the shit out of you
  You wind up with so much work, that youd be scared to death
  Its important for us to realize man, we gotta get out of that, man
  You know, dudes is buying choppers
  Shoot down the people that look just like them
  Dudes is buying guns to take down each other
  Nobody wins, ya know what I mean?