Too Many Chances

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 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 (Yeah)