HOW?

[Verse 1]
Wassup nigga, it's Papi the fucking terrorist
Terrorize the beat enough to send it to a therapist
There he is
The blacky melanin infected, versatile
Nigga with a knack to dress the beat up in a different style
Not giving fucks, cause niggas was giving shits
So niggas was in the cell, and niggas was getting split
The child was toting macs, that nigga was in burbs
That nigga had all them problems, but never a one with words
Unless the words he was saying was truth or an interaction
Cause nigga was really shy, his life was only a fraction
Of fractions on planet Earth, and the Earth, with various factions, of countries, but-
...But why's it matter though
You could eat their souls until the people turn the tables doe
You could know the whole, but know nothing the same time
You could feel the cold and be repping the same clime

[Pre-Chorus]
It's too many questions
And nobody answers
Enough with the why
Enough with standard
Enough with crowd
Enough with the shit
Enough with likability
Enough with a bitch
It's too many questions
And nobody answers
Enough with the why
Enough with standard
Enough with crowd
Enough with the shit
Enough with likability
Enough with a bitch
Shit
It's too many questions
And nobody answers
Enough with the why
Enough with standard
Enough with crowd
Enough with the shit
Enough with likability
Enough with a bitch
Shit

[Interlude]

[Hook]
How many questions getting asked that's not beginning in why
Why I gotta reach a goal before I run outta time
When that time run out, you better run back in
Cause when that verse not hot, you better burn that shit
How many questions getting asked that's not beginning in why
Why I gotta reach a goal before I run outta time
When that time run out, you better run back in
Cause when that verse not hot, you better burn that shit (i'm gone)
I cut the bull like a butcher with fucking Parkinsons
I light it up like the woods and a fucking arsonist
I make the paper, i got paper, that Hopkinson
I take the light from the spot and then I depart with it
I cut the bull like a butcher with fucking Parkinsons
I light it up like the woods and a fucking arsonist
I make the paper, i got paper, that Hopkinson
I take the light from the spot and then I depart with it

[Poem]
What's wrong, nigga
I'm a better person now
What's wrong, nigga
Everything is perfect now

[Verse 2]
I was doing it for some shit
That a boy didn't care about
I was riding on niggas dick
So nigga could ride the clout
Until i found this rap
It's all a game
If you not making em, then niggas gonna get you played
It make you feel whole
But what's the point of having everything to lose your soul
No, I can't have that
Niggas getting dropped like the stocks at the Nasdaq
Staying relevant, Papi is never negligent, taking care my of fam when i'm poppin' i'm taking care of it
Clearing it, fuck a debt
Clearly the fucking the fucking best
Niggas was making money 'cause nigga was kept in check
Check em

[Interlude]

[Hook]
How many questions getting asked that's not beginning in why
Why I gotta reach a goal before I run outta time
When that time run out, you better run back in
Cause when that verse not hot, you better burn that shit
How many questions getting asked that's not beginning in why
Why I gotta reach a goal before I run outta time
When that time run out, you better run back in
Cause when that verse not hot, you better burn that shit (i'm gone)
I cut the bull like a butcher with fucking Parkinsons
I light it up like the woods and a fucking arsonist
I make the paper, i got paper, that Hopkinson
I take the light from the spot and then I depart with it
I cut the bull like a butcher with fucking Parkinsons
I light it up like the woods and a fucking arsonist
I make the paper, i got paper, that Hopkinson
I take the light from the spot and then I depart with it

[Outro] (x2)
How many questions you gon' ask me, nigga
Cause we ain't working in that fashion, nigga
Cause that's the shit I couldn't fathom, nigga
Cause you ain't taking any action, nigga