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

Wrestled with the work, we was like the Four Horsemen

Ric Flair with the flame, "I'm motherfucking Gorgeous (Woo!)"

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

Tightrope walking, tryna keep a level head

But 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 9 1-1, you're on your 25th 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 grow by just followin' the leaders

You gotta be better than the ones who precede ya, yuugh!

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]

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

'Member 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

[Outro]

Yeah, Fear of 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?

'Bout fourteen thousand dollars worth of twenties

Brown paper bag money, yeah

I call that a good weekend, haha

Re-Up Gang forever

Long Live the Caine coming soon

Malice, my brother, I love you

Liva Don, 'til the end, nigga, yes

Emmanuel, hope I ain't get you in no trouble with that shit

That was a long time ago, you know? Haha

You know how we do

My nigga, Nottz, is blacking out on this beat, my nigga

Yeah, come on, my nigga Watts, what up?

Young Young, what up, my nigga?

Talk that shit, my nigga

Hey 'Ye, is you ready?

Is you ready, my nigga? I had to get this of my chest

Is you ready now though? Let's go then

G.O.O.D. Music, yes