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 dealer dichotomy
I'm drawin' from both sides, I am Siamese
The tug of war opens the door, entrada
Rip me apart and see what's inside of this pi탱ata
And rollin' kilos in Gymstrada that's one saga
One chapter of black magic, I'm Harold Potter
Feels like I'm doomed to dealin' with women who
Relationships with their fathers won't allow us to bloom
And blossom, I swear them Vegas nights was fuckin' awesome
But adi탳s I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some niggas, some other niggas double crossed 'em
Tryin' snatch my niggas back I blew a small fortune
Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen
Rick Flair with the flame, I'm motherfuckin' Gorgeous, whoa
As the Gulf 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 them parks up, that gets me double head
Tight rope walkin' tryin' to 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
Camouflage, 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 one left and the memories fadin'
So I write this alone in Vegas
They'll do everythin' in their power
Stomp me the stove when you risin' like flower
Make your cake fall when you threatenin' their tower
It's 911, you on your 25th hour
Hasta la vista, I'm steppin' out the bleachers
How the tide turns when the pupils now the teacher
The game can't go by just followin' the leaders
You gotta be better than the ones who precede you, yah
Upgrade them, upstage them
Change the whole body shape and just update them
Pagans, Reagan-era I ran 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
Camouflage, 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 one left and the memories fadin'
So I write this alone in Vegas
Yeah, fear god, niggas, 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 $14,000 dollar worth in 20s, brown paper bag money
Yeah, I call that a good weekend, ha-ha
Re-up gang forever, long live the king comin' soon
Malice, my brother, I love you, Lava-Don, to the end nigga, yes
Emanuele, hope I didn't get you in no trouble with that shit, man
That was long time ago, you know, ha-ha
You know how we do
My nigga Knots is blackin' out on his beat, my nigga
Yeah, come on, my nigga Watts, what up?
Young-young, my nigga, what up, my nigga? Talk that shit, my nigger
Ay, yeah, is you ready? Is you ready, my nigga?
I had to get this off my chest, is you ready now though?
Let's go then, good music, yes