Lyrics

[Instrumental Refrain] If you can be real for two seconds Or maybe a minute (oh yeah) Do it If you can be real for two seconds Or maybe a minute Do it, don't be shy If you can be real for two seconds [Verse] First order of business, I gotta fly out my people Way too many fakes in my face, I can see the evils Drug addictions, bad bitches They gotta be chose, see the peacoat Black slacks, it's R.I.P. clothes, see amigos Laid back, I cock the nino, game time, gang time No time to reload, handle mine, take mine I've gotta deebo, can't waste a minute Rap Yeats, I master business, but still a menace Peep my mojo I got together, I'm in my bag Too many looks, they pocket watchin', gotta hit the gas Look back, I see the clouds, these niggas doubt They say a nigga'd never make it, now look at me now Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Hood times, I never cared, I pull up there Outside your club, I'm at your club [Chorus] Gave myself too many chances Gave myself too many chances Alcohol and all these dancers Gave myself too many Gave myself too many chances Gave myself too many chances Alcohol and all these dancers Gave myself too many Gave myself too many chances Gave myself too many chances Alcohol and all these dancers Gave myself too many Gave myself too many chances Gave myself too many chances Alcohol and all these dancers