Alone In Vegas - Pusha T

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 f*cking awesome

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

Lost some n*ggas some other n*ggas double crossed 'em

Trying snatch my n*ggas back I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work, we was like the four horsemen

Rick Flair with the flame, I’m mother f*cking Gorgeous, woah

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 angels 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

She left the door open gave a f*ck 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

They’ll do everything in their power

Stomp me the stove when you rising like flour

Make your cake fall when you threatening their tower

Its 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 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 f*ck 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

Fear of God n*ggas

Got me feelin' like Pac

This the realest sh*t 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

Yeah, I call that a good weekend

Re-up gang forever

Long live the king coming soon

Malice my brother I love you

Liva-Don, till the end n*gga