Blessed Times - Westside Gunn, AA Rashid

Right now, at this point, I, I-

It’s like, 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 son and them was to write this shit down in

the 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 the same air, the same soil, the 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, yeah (Conductor)

You better go get you some motherfuckin' books, you better go study

You need some paintings in your motherfuckin' house, son

Psst, man