questionable

Hate to see, yeah (whoa), money scheme, yeah (whoa)

Livin' questionable

My friends drive (yo), new beamers (yo)

Irony, I think my hard work let Lil Wayne down

Whatever, though, call me crazy, everybody questionable

Turn me to an eskimo, I drew the line and decimals

Tell me all your original sins

So many questionable choices

We love the sound that our voice makes

Helps me navigate as they validate they treachery

Felt established, fake as he smile, handshake questionable

"Am I good?" he ask, thinkin', "But is he testin' you?"

And ten is death of the firstborn

If I said it was questionable, the religions would make it a point

To get at me and battle me, maybe have this verse torn

Dedicated to my niggas that stayed

With me even through my questionable ways

Dedicated to the seeds that we grown

Going backwards in time

With my questionable eyes

And I'm drinking my grave

Well, there's a full-blown rebellion but you're easy to confuse

By triggered kids and fakers and some questionable views

Oh, call the cops, call the preachers

It's easier to talk about redemption

Than questionable backwards moral lines

It might just be academic pretensions