almost over Lyrics

If I had to sit down and tell you everything that happened this year

Man I would probably shed a tear, I'd probably shed a tear

If I had to tell you everything you've been through you gon' judge how I'm living

But we gotta see it through, we gotta see it through

I know it never gets easier

I know you gotta keep your head up

I know and in God, we pray

Yeah

Too many

I'm counting too many times that I'm winning, count too many times

Got me counting the blessings I'm getting, I'm praying all my brothers shine

Now they think that I'm tired of winning cause I went shot out the ceiling

When I'm really tired in general

I'm glad this year is almost over

So bring on, bring on the punches, and roll with the punches

Hey you can bring on it, bring on it

It's almost over

So I don't know what coming next as long as I don't get upset

Give me rest or don't give me that

Yeah, cause I know when your life's a mess you'll slide over, we can handle some business

Everything is okay

So bring on it, bring on it

Bring on it, bring on it

Bring on the, bring on the punches, and roll with the punches

Too many low times, I know, when you had a couple people switching sides on cold

And I know if you chill in the car alone it ain't gon' fix none of all your problems though

But everybody wanna heat it up

You could put it in the microwave it ain't gon' be for lunch

Pussy niggas like a vacuum, they chilling in the dust

We ain't talking bout no Huntz when I tell you that you need to catch up

And how the hell you finna keep it a hundred if you ain't got a dub in your pocket

I don't even mean to stack up shawty

I heard you got a bad, bad body but I ain't even tripping, you ain't gotta act that naughty

And you don't even gotta add that sloppy, I just pulled up with the whip diablo'd and offset

And I just got out with my brothers, like salad dressing

You ain't even on my radar, so take off

Thousand hundreds, I can get it on a day off

And who the fuck trying to start the smoke, we gotta bake off

I ain't even with the shits, call my brothers

So they can leave you like a painting on a stained wall

Watch come in stainless, get them grains in it

I don't even care about nothing, let the rain hit it

I'm thanking the storm cause you can make it rain with it

And I'm thanking the Lord cause he can take the pain away

Away, it's okay

Cause you don't know what's coming, but it's headed your way

Gotta keep your head up (head, neck, chest)

Man, you gotta keep your head up

Bring on the, bring on the punch

Bring on the, bring on the, bring on the punches, and roll with them punches

If I had to sit down and tell you everything that happened this year

Man I would probably shed a tear, I'd probably shed a tear

If I had to tell you everything you've been through you gon' judge how I'm living

But we gotta see it through, we gotta see it through

We gotta see it through, we gotta see it through

We gotta see it through, we gotta see it through

I'm glad this year is almost over

It's almost over