Pusha T - Alone in Vegas lyrics

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

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 911, 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

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

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
GOOD music, yes