Almost There

Intro:
You know, we’ve come a long way since the beginning

Verse 1:
Look at all the progress, look at all the projects
How far we've come, yeah it's pretty hard to process
Always go for more, forever not less
Finna come out the water, Rap Game Lochness
This one's for anyone who told me we'd fail
Told me we'd never reach the heights we scaled
Told me that these dreams ain't real
Well let me tell ya now just how we feel
I've opened for Ke, I'm opening for Slim
‘Bout to see cities on tour I've never even been
From Killeen to New Orleans
Then I'm gonna hit a flight for a festival in Pitt
Who else you know with a DBA at 18?
There ain't another like us, we the fuckin' A-Team
Who else you know with an EP out at 19?
Reminisce to high school when nobody would like me
Fuck what they say, can't take that away
I'm livin' out dreams cuz I worked throughout the day
All those nights I chose work instead of play
I'm on to new things cuz I trust and I pray
I prayed for this
I’ve worked for this
I've sweat for this
I've hurt for this
I've been to hell and back, no breaking, I'm intact
If you're lost, lemme bring you back
Blood and sweat and tears and feels
Just to reach the par-led heims
Loss, regret, and doubt and fear
All to reach these "far fetched dreams"
Took down the sign so they can't stop to stare
All the tough shit just to climb up the stairs
But I’ll never take it back because nothin’ can compare
Dear God, keep me close cuz I know we're almost there

Chorus:
Took alotta strikes but I'm almost fair
Alotta long flights but we're almost there
Alotta long fights but we're far from scared
Alotta heartbreak but we're almost there
Almost broken but we're almost there
Almost depressed but we're almost there
Almost dead but we're almost there
Almost ahead cuz we're almost there
Almost...we're almost there
Almost made it...we're almost there
Almost famous...we're almost there
We're almost there

Verse 2 (Crops):
Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades
So consider this stallion rampage
And when we pull the pin, an explosion of fans wave
Wonder how we got here, as we continue to serenade
Each and every line is a journey through time
Whether you’ve been on board or just joined the ride
Feel free to enjoy our passion of rhyming
Know that it means more than just grindin’
Crops and Yung D are always so exciting
Something about if we were the last ones on Earth
We’d still write another verse
We’d still climb through all the hurt
We’d still find the words that work
Because we’re saving lives, if not the fans then our own
But I know we do both
Throwback to a girl thanking me, tears from what I wrote
Realization that these poems bring hope
To a world so disconnected, yet almost home
That summer tour was a home away from home
And a Galveston feature, glad my parents could be there
To be proud of their son, God given gift
And all he’s become, and he’s still not done
Because we’re almost...there

Chorus:
Took alotta strikes but I'm almost fair
Alotta long flights but we're almost there
Alotta hard fights but we're far from scared
Alotta heartbreak but we're almost there
Almost broken but we're almost there
Almost depressed but we're almost there
Almost dead but we're almost there
Almost ahead cuz we're almost there
Almost...we're almost there
Almost made it...we're almost there
Almost famous...we're almost there
We're almost there

Outro:
Thank you so much
Shirts in the back, pick it up
When I say "Yung", you say "D"
Yung D!
Yung D!
Yung D!