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