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
Almost There