Original lyrics

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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 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 (conductor) Yeah You better go get you some motherfuckin' books, you better go study You need some paintings in your motherfuckin' house, son Tsk, man