Almost There Lyrics - Mr Hudson

[Verse 1: Vic Mensa] 

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 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 

[Hook: 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 

[Verse 2: 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 

[Hook: 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