Alone in Vegas

I let you into my diary to admire me

The make up of this man, I let you see the higher me

The self-righteous drug deal dichotomy

I'm drawing from both sides, I am Siamese

The tug of war opens the door, entrada

Rip me apart and see what's inside of this piñata

And rolling kilos in Gymstrada, that's one saga

One chapter of black magic, I'm Harold Potter

Feels like I'm doomed to dealing with women who

Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom

And blossom, I swear them Vegas nights was fucking awesome

But adiós, I blow my own dice before I toss 'em

Lost some ****, some other **** double crossed 'em

Tryna snatch my **** back, I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen

Rick Flair with the flame, I'm motherfucking gorgeous

As the gull wing doors lift

Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith

Whiter than that coke brush that they paint me with

Sunk leather seats softer than an angel's kiss

But they devil red, tires double tread

I post and parks up, that gets me double head

Tight rope walking tryna keep a level head

But bright lights blind look at what the devil did

She left the door open, gave a fuck if I'm famous

I write this alone in Vegas

Came off fly street money, partied nights with the A-list

I write this alone in Vegas

Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables

I write this alone in Vegas

I'm the only left and the memories fading so

I write this alone in Vegas

They'll do everything in their power

Stomp near the stove when you're rising like flour

Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower

It's 9-1-1, you're on your twenty fifth hour

Hasta la vista, I'm steppin' out the bleachers

How the tide turns when the pupil's now the teacher

The game can't go by just followin' the leaders

You gotta be better than the ones who precede ya, yeah

Upgrade 'em, upstage 'em

Change the whole body shape and just update 'em, pagens

Reagan era, Iran contraband

Money caused turf wars through the promised land

First time being rich could be a common man

The Guy Fishers had the blueprints and diagrams

We just took what we needed and we built on it

Lord, forgive me for the blood that I spilt on it

She left the door open, gave a fuck if I'm famous

I write this alone in Vegas

Came off fly street money, partied nights with the A-list

I write this alone in Vegas

Remember nights when my team blew it all on the tables

I write this alone in Vegas

I'm the only left and the memories fading so

I write this alone in Vegas

Yeah, fear of God ****, got me feelin' like Pac

This the realest shit I ever wrote

Who you know sit in New York for two days

Around Grammy winners

Come back home straight to the money getters?

About fourteen thousand dollars worth of twenties

Brown paper bag money, I call that a good weekend

Re-up gang forever

Long live the 'caine, coming soon

Malice my brother, I love you

Lava Don till the end, ****, yes

Hey Manuel, hope I ain't get you in trouble with that shit, man

It was a long time ago, you know?

You know how we do

My **** Knots, is blacking out on this beat, my ****

Yeah, come on

My **** Watts, what up? Young Young, what up, my ****?

Talk that shit, my ****

Yeah, yeah, is you ready? Is you ready, my ****?

I had to get this off my chest

Is you ready now, though? Let's go then, good music, yes