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. And I wonder if it fucked with their conscience. The fuck 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. 48, 48, 48 6, I get it in. 48, 48, 48 6, I get it in. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some glow, I can get it for the road. 48, 48, 48 6, I get it in. 48, 48, 48 6, I get it in. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some glow, I can get it for the road. Shit's getting warmer on that corner. Gotta watch out for them 5-0 foreigners. 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 want to bark at her is your freedom. You can't afford to get caught up, but you're in too deep. And the seashore ain't saw you. You got a mother. She don't support you, but you bought her a new house. Could you love her? Growing up, you barely had a roof. Now you got a coop, and it doesn't have a roof. I guess you're accustomed to what you're used to. So you bought too, nigga. They coming for you, nigga. Niggas be hating and booing, and bitches like Susan and Karen be oohing. Your pockets are winning. The man in them shoes in his fucking mind, and it's all an illusion. Who was eluding? All of this quoting. I am the reason your family is losing and shooting up. It's my fault. You can't blame me, motherfucker, for killing your aunties and uncles and us feeling hungry. All I wanted was a cheeseburger and a little chain. Tuck didn't realize this gang fucked up some lives. Oh, how's mine? My couch eats it up all the time. But other than that, I'm fine. I got a little money. I can get it in. 48, 48, 48 streets. I can get it in, nigga. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some blow, I can get it for the load. 48, 48, 48 streets. I can get it in. 48, 48, 48 streets. I can get it in. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some blow, I can get it for the load. 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. Like my work, I give no fucks. I'm sorry. She could've been a doctor, nigga. I'm sorry. Could've been an actor and won that Oscar set. I'm sorry. I sold that soap, and I killed black folk. I'm sorry. But I got a nice car, put my sisters through school, while my mama all cool. I'm sorry. I'm in too deep, and I can't see the shore. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. You do so much work, you be scared to death. It's important for us to realize, man, we gotta get out of that, man. You know, dudes buying choppers to shoot down people that look just like them. Dudes buying guns to take down each other. Nobody wins. You know what I mean?