Lyrics Vic Mensa – Almost There

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 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
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

Mr. Hudson:
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

Vic Mensa:
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
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’, 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

Mr. Hudson:
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