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 $#&@ing awesome

But adiós I blow my own dice before I toss 'em
Lost some ^!$$%s some other ^!$$%s double crossed 'em
Trying snatch my ^!$$%s back I blew a small fortune

Wrestle with the work, we was like the four hor!@&(
Rick Flair with the flame, I'm mother $#&@ing Gorgeous, woah
As the gull wing doors lift, Karate Kid, crane kick, no Jaden Smith

Whiter than that !@%!e 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


Hook:
She left the door open gave a $#&@ 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 me the stove when you rising like flour
Make your cake fall when you threatening 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 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


Hook:
She left the door open gave a $#&@ 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

Outro:

Fear of God ^!$$%s
Got me feelin' like Pac
This the realest %#@! 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 ^!$$%