7ELEVEN

Lyrics

I seen God back in '09, with my own eyes After school at this one spot, for kids with no rides At first I thought it couldn't be real, I said it just my own mind 'till the faces from my own kind, said it was no lie Appearin' right before my four eyes, but after four lines That I had wrote in my alone time, but chose to show now "You only sharin' with yourself", I'm sayin' to myself Ain't know if I was good or bad, guess I'm 'bout to know now I ain't telekinetic but, I can tell it connected It wouldn't be the final time I seen the crowd go wild I asked God why he was here and then He whispered back "To give a gift" and then I asked, "Is the gift the rap?" "Nope, It's the feelin' that fill up after that The feelin' of dodgin' death row, yes it's the aftermath If I could put it in perspective you might get the message What's the feelin you feel now?" I said I feel accepted [Verse 2] I seen the devil 2022, without a question In many places but the worst, was the comment section See I been shot, punched, starved for days without lunch But being called a flop, bruh? All them bitches come in second The thief of joy cut my feet before I leap for joy I'm reachin' points where I would rather let the reaper score You thought you wasn't gettin' sleep before? It's like I fall into a deeper void the more I'm not the people's choice I rip my heart outta my chest and then I offered it A week later n---s ask, "When you gon' drop again?" It's like I'm stabbed in my esophagus So I considered makin' pacts within the darkness just to stop this shit He told me, “Most just want the money, cars, fame, glory But see you different, yes, your eyes, they tell a strange story This how you grow your power: You change the whole sound, dumb the flow down, the love from everyone will surely shower The penmanship and creative experiments can wait People don't wanna be awake, they wanna stay sedate To beat the snakes you gotta play a snake To see the cake you gotta play it safe" I took the bait and made some hooks I never shoulda made Some lyrics I regretted Shifted my mindset to start to mirror my aesthetics I stopped expressin' how I felt and started writin' records Later He asked me how I felt, I said, “I feel accepted” [Verse 3] I seen myself, 2039, inside a vision My eyes depicted me on top of rhyming's Mount Olympus I sat with kings, matched the stacks of teens while capturing Disciples of the paths I teach kiss my hands and feet This vision gave me passion, the love of music gave me light in places it was absent, replacin' inner sadness I started formin' my identity around success I told myself the only other choice around was death The feelin' that this great depiction gave became addiction And made me hate the many faces that would claim it's fiction Fuck 'em I sell my soul to prove my rivals wrong, to take my idol's throne Do I feel a form of worship when you like a song? Just like in psalms, on the road to tryna be someone Who have I become? Should any other version of myself be crucified? Should I finish off this note to quote my suicide? Nah - I take my power back from lettin' you decide A bulldawg, I can't be euthanized I move the line Can't take them hours back I spent abusin' time But I can exercise the way I feel through usin' rhymes To get their moment I seen people turn their spirit over They God-given gifts, they let the devil rip 'em open Myself included, but today I start to shift my motive I'll walk away from all this shit before I give my soul up It took a while but now I finally get it Detachin' from an outcome, it might be how you get it I ask myself a question, "Album finished, how you feelin'?" Now that you gave me acceptance, I don't need it really