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  • 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 ****** some other ****** double crossed 'em
    Trying snatch my ****** 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 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 [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 ******
    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 *****
  • 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 ****** some other ****** double crossed 'em
    Trying snatch my ****** 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 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 [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 ******
    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 *****