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 of 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. That's where the money came from. 48, 48, 48 sex, I get it in. 48, 48, 48 sex, I get it in. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some glow, I can get it for a loan. 48, 48, 48 sex, I get it in. 48, 48, 48 sex, I get it in. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some glow, I can get it for a loan. 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 cornered, 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 cause you love her. Growing up, you rarely had a roof. Now you got a coupe and it doesn't have a roof. I guess you're accustomed, but you're used to. So you bought two, nigga. They coming for you, nigga. Niggas be hating and booing, and bitches like Susan and Karen be doing. Your pockets are winning, demanding them shoes, and it's fucking mine, and it's all an illusion. Who was eluding? All of this toting. 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 to us fill their hunger. 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 pocket it. 48, 48, 48 sticks, I get it at. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low. 48, 48, 48 sticks, I get it at. 48, 48, 48 sticks, I get it at. They call me Mr. Treat, you know. If you really need some blow, I can get it for the low. 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've been a doctor. Nigga, I'm sorry. Could've been an actor and wouldn't 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 sister 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 know you went too deep. Way too deep. Scared the shit out of 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 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?