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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 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 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 Letras de cancionesBirth 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 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 From Letras Mania