Blessed Times Song Lyrics

Blessed Times by Westside Gunn

[AA Rashid:] Ooh, this sound good (Conductor, we have a problem)
Yo, it’s- it’s lowkey (Conductor)
It’s lowkey disrespectful, man (Conductor)
Right now, at this point, I, I-
It’s like, everybody wanna do the same sh*t and try to do the same sh*t and you not actually doin’ the same sh*t
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 sh*t 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 motherf**kin’ 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 sh*t, 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 sh*t you niggas runnin’ around talkin’ ’bout
You goin’ down like Christmas ornaments in February, nigga, yeah (Conductor)
You better go get you some motherf**kin’ books, you better go study
You need some paintings in your motherf**kin’ house, son
Psst, man