Pusha T - Alone in VegasLyrics

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 [Chorus] 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 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 nine one one 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, 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 [Chorus] 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 About fourteen thousand dollars worth in 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 Liva Don 'til the end nigga