QUESTION EVERYTHING Lyrics

I talk to the homies like I talk to God

So y'all can keep your silly questions and talk to God

I wasn't born to play dead in an octagon

Imma do what it takes to come on top and thats on big G

Y'all can't castrate me

Gone are the days of the pacifist

The Julius Caesars that roam the earth trying to catch a kiss

Thats on trust, statistics and masochists

The days are short, never peaceful

Nihilist turned optimist

I've spent my life trying to tune my voice to your instruments

But my eyes have seen so fuck 'em

Y'all either ran through or lonely men

If the homie's aimless and lazy

I ain't mean to dap you, its a courtesy

Fuck porn, be better men

Fuck IG, be businessmen

They don't love you

That cross you got tatted on your neck don't make you religious men

I've come a long way since the Ennio days

The empire state was purple today

I wont spend money on merchandise with a Jesus face

Blessed be the holy name

I just wanna put on and represent

So I had a couple boys I had to drop instead

It's the eternal, not what bitches say

Inshallah, i'm 24 trying to save a home for my daughters,

I want my sons to live forever and my beats to hit harder

I wanna walk in a temple and feel at peace with the Father

The trick William potter, never ask for cars, fame but wisdom to barter

Chanel on the skin, let the boots feel the gravel

I thought it was funny getting side eyed when the happiest brought the American flag to the function

Like I need approval coming from those guys

There's levels to this

I got eyes on business floors, your stories are all jokes

Live long, baby, prosper

Give a hug to your mother

Let the sun kiss you harder

And for those that question everything its Pablo Red

Forever grateful

Forever thankful

The happiest since heaven sent for