Westside Gunn, Bro A.A. Rashid - Blessed Times lyrics
[Westside Gunn, Bro A.A. Rashid - Blessed Times lyrics]
Ooh, this sound good
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Yo, it's it's low-key (Conductor)
It's low-key disrespectful, man (Conductor)
Right now, at this point, I, I it's like
Al everybody wanna do the same shit and try
To do the same shit
And you not actually doin' the same shit
And that's what makes it difficult for
Me to understand how it is
That you can't see that even
If the if son and
Them was to write this shit down in a book
These niggas still wouldn't go pick up
The book to read it that's evident
I could already see that
'Cause we in the most blessed
Time to be alive
And everybody got access to thе same air
The same soil, thе same everything but, nah
All men are not created equal
That's a motherfuckin' lie, you heard?
Uh uh and the proof is in the pudding
Don't get the peas mixed up, nigga
Yeah, I can see it
I'm tired of that shit, but actually
I'm not tired of it
I just don't care about it, you heard?
If you don't got no art
Connected to all of that tough
Fake-ass tough shit you niggas
Runnin' around talkin' 'bout
You goin' down like Christmas
Ornaments in February, nigga
(Conductor) yeah
You better go get you
Some motherfuckin' books
You better go study
You need some paintings in
Your motherfuckin' house
(Conductor, we have a problem)
Yo, it's it's low-key (Conductor)
It's low-key disrespectful, man (Conductor)
Right now, at this point, I, I it's like
Al everybody wanna do the same shit and try
To do the same shit
And you not actually doin' the same shit
And that's what makes it difficult for
Me to understand how it is
That you can't see that even
If the if son and
Them was to write this shit down in a book
These niggas still wouldn't go pick up
The book to read it that's evident
I could already see that
'Cause we in the most blessed
Time to be alive
And everybody got access to thе same air
The same soil, thе same everything but, nah
All men are not created equal
That's a motherfuckin' lie, you heard?
Uh uh and the proof is in the pudding
Don't get the peas mixed up, nigga
Yeah, I can see it
I'm tired of that shit, but actually
I'm not tired of it
I just don't care about it, you heard?
If you don't got no art
Connected to all of that tough
Fake-ass tough shit you niggas
Runnin' around talkin' 'bout
You goin' down like Christmas
Ornaments in February, nigga
(Conductor) yeah
You better go get you
Some motherfuckin' books
You better go study
You need some paintings in
Your motherfuckin' house