QUESTION EVERYTHING

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 f*ck '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 F*ck porn, be better men F*ck 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