Alone In Vegas

[Verse 1]

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 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 niggas some other niggas double crossed 'em

Tryna 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 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

The bright lights blind look at what the devil did

[Hook]

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 one left and the memories fading so

I write this alone in Vegas

[Verse 2]

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 911 you're on your 25th hour

Asta 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, yeah

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

[Hook]

[Outro]

Fear of God niggas, got me feelin' like Pac

This the realest shit I ever wrote

Who you know sit in New York for 2 days around Grammy winners

Come back home straight to the money getters

About $14,000 dollars worth in 20s

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

Liva Don 'til the end nigga