Too Good For God

Yeah. We used to pray for times like this. Now we got it… and we don't pray at all. 

Look at the penthouse view, we touching the clouds Used to look up to the heavens, look at us now Black card swiping, we buying the peace Algorithms acting like they the new priests Checking the Forbes list, skipping the Psalms Holding the whole damn world in our palms Got the Richard Mille ticking, but we out of time Sold the soul for a dollar, tell me what’s the crime? We don't look up unless the Wi-Fi is down Kings of the ashes, wearing the crown.

But the higher we climb, the harder to breathe We built a religion from things we achieve Yeah, the higher we climb, the harder to breathe Tell me, what do you see?