[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 1: Travis Scott]
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 n***as doubt
They say a n***a'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)

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
An' I gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

[Verse 2: Kendrick Lamar]
My city never want for nothin' (never want for nothin', ayy)
My city love it when I'm hustlin' (love it when I'm hustlin', ayy)
I flip the merchandise and rotate (I flip the merchandise)
I've been a mogul and I'm heavy (I am an enterprise)
Every time I rep it's with the extras (with the extras)
I be on one, I be zonin', I be flexin' (I be flexin')
This shit gotta be the oil talk (oil talk)
This shit gotta be all your fault (all your fault)
Big body movin' with my name on it (name on it)
Big body, tell me she gon' sing on it (sing on it)
Me, my n***a Hootie, we gon' make a movie (we gon' make a movie)
I got moves to make, officer don't shoot me (officer don't shoot)
California-raised, California-paid, yeah (yeah)
California K's, watch out for the strays, yeah (yeah)
10 toes down, keep it underground, yeah (yeah)
Hoe we ran it then, now we run it now, yeah
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many

[Verse 3: J. Cole]
Heard n***as got beef
Then they see me on the street, and don't speak
Heard n***as dropping songs every week, but they weak
Yeah, I heard about your deal, hope they keep the receipt
Heard n***as out there saying I would be Memphis Bleek
Well, how you feel when that n***a got mills?
And you sitting, commenting, discussing on how you feel
Bout another n***a shit, or another n***a chips
Meanwhile I’m on the strip, putt puttin’ wit ya bitch
Cut something in the 6 then dip to 160
Bitch don’t fuck with me, trust n***a I’m sick
Can’t tag me, fuck n***a I’m it—watch this
With my heart on my sleeve I bleed pardon my greed
I plead insanity, with a side of vanity
How can it be I blew up singlehandedly
Nobody handed me shit
Granted though, I planned to be rich
Understandably, funny how I talk so candidly
On cameras but won’t holla at family only randomly
After a few drinks come our realest convos
My handle on my thoughts used to be as ill as Rondo’s
Screaming fuck whitey, forgetting I’m still mulatto
Ay reverend, will I get to heaven, he said “hell if I know,” shit
Stay scheming, day dreaming, chain gleaming
Name should be Abe Lincoln ‘cause I cannot tell a lie though
[Chorus: Travis Scott]

Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers
Gave myself too many
Gave myself too many chances
Gave myself too many chances
Alcohol land on these dancers