Almost There

This for all my fans that

Say they want that old Vic

I've grown too much to ever be the old Vic

I'm new and improve call me Vic 2.0

Still making two points every time I move an O

That's the hustler talk for ya

I'm rappin' like a Google Home

The way I talk to ya

I gave my all to ya, you can judge it as you may

I know life's a bitch

But every dog has its day, hey

When I get low, this is how I fly away

You thank me, no thank you

You the reason I'm alive today, uh

That's no exaggeration

I'm just glad you're listening

Me and Dion got more soul than your grandma kitchen

And we been cooking up this shit for little Vic

That 12-year-old kid that

Only wanna hear that real shit

This is a thank you letter to all my fans

For coming along for the ride with me

We almost there

I feel it coming

I'm almost there, I'm almost there

It's so close, I can taste it

It's in the air, it's in the air (yeah)

They judge you by your past

And try to predict your future

But I got kings in my bloodline

I'm Mensa Musa

My dad came from Africa

He was the first to leave

From humble beginnings in that village

To the birth of me, uh

Birth of a Nation, shout out to Nate Parker

They take the spotlight off you

If you a shade darker

But we made our own American on this cotton field

Till we got a black millionaire for every Emmett Till

I'm representin', I'm representin', I'm representin'

To my piece of American Pie is never ending

You know pi, never ending

That's a slick line

This the type of flow that

Made them fuck with me the first time

But this ain't my first time

Like that J. Cole song

I'ma put the pressure on 'em all

I make coal turn into diamonds

I ride and die with my team

If I was Lebron

I'd never went to the Miami Heat

It's too much loyalty in me

I'm royalty, no Prince Akeem

So when I'm comin'

Please make sure the royal penis is clean

Call me your highness

I just put a mink on my queen

She married a king

She deserve some Alexander McQueen

And I been ballin' out

Like I deserve a championship ring

I'm still a skater boy

I'm flippin' out like Avril Lavigne

I tweak on every little thing

That's why it took me so long

But the album is coming

It's done for you niggas, hold on

I set the mode for 'em

Who was hot in the Chi' before I, nigga

N/A, I do not know nah nigga

Luke Cage, I'm a motherfucking fly nigga

And I'm still alive

I am not afraid to die nigga

I feel it coming

I'm almost there, I'm almost there

It's so close, I can taste it

It's in the air, it's in the air

Deep down, everyone's a rockstar

Right now, I'm the only one to take it this far

Take it this far

Up high in a glass elevator

Look down on my city see ya later

I, I always take it too far