7,000 Feet

Lotta people from my past got me painted like a villain
Van Gogh, till I die, want me act like I ain't winnin'
I was aiming for the Peaks, just to be above the ceilin'
Now I'm 7,000 feet, up in the nosebleeds chillin'
Whats a bag? Takin' half, every time they get to billin'
Imma pass, let me rap, go and tap in with the illest
It's a wrap, how we stacked, said its gold the way we buildin'
Now I'm 7,000 feet, up in the nosebleeds chillin'

Devil want me on these cardinals, and I ain't talkin' Saint Louis
Realized it ain't feel like sin, if you all do is wade through it
Tryna get a fix, a lotta prayer, a lotta pain'll do it
Tried to makе it work, the Spirit said "that's what we ain't doin'"
Foreal, only placе I wanna be is in the will
Those who know B.L.V.D, know the deal
Anytime the team eat, everybody gettin' filled
Imma do this til' it pay my, bills
Unless He want me on a 9-to-5
Then Imma drop it all and get to grindin'
My preference isn't idolized
And I know He'll use it no matter where the dotted line lead
Boy we headed to the peak, what's a hill?
Look like, two angels on my shoulder how I'm walking with the Spirit
We ain't flying Southwest, but we always there in spirit
God knew I was a genius, without breaking down the lyrics
That's confidence that's verified
They just think its pride's appearance
Still apparent (a parent) that I'm killin', like I'm Kylo, its inherent
Child of God, callin' poppa, demons shudder when they hear it
And I think somebody said, "when He feels far, He is the nearest"
So I guess that's why the fakest
Swear that they see Him the clearest
And that's word to all you bhristians, yeah
I guess I feel a kind of way, when people lie about a mission
But God want me back on my forgiveness
That's why I'm out here elevatin', this me tryna keep my distance

Lotta people from my past got me painted like a villain
Van Gogh, till I die, want me act like I ain't winnin'
I was aiming for the Peaks, just to be above the ceilin'
Now I'm 7,000 feet, up in the nosebleeds chillin'
Whats a bag? Takin' half, every time they get to billin'
Imma pass, let me rap, go and tap in with the illest
It's a wrap, how we stacked, said its gold the way we buildin'
Now I'm 7,000 feet, up in the nosebleeds chillin', Southwest