Yea huh
Yea one, two, one, two, one, two
One, two, one two uh-huh
Yea, uh
Yea uh
Miss high profile caught you shopping on Canal
I guess it makes sense, it seems phony as your style
Your hair and your nails just as phony as your smile
Fake eyelashes, you drew your eyebrows
It make a brother ask, do you pride yourself?
Your make up like a mask, tryna hide yourself
It seems on the outside you thinking you the shit
But there’s a soul that’s inside that you don’t even knew exist
So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you
Rich niggaz fuck you and broke niggaz beat you
Hoping this will reach you when you understand
That your value ain’t determined by another man
Cause right now you let them brothers get the upper hand
And you just tell them go deep like Cunningham
And you just let them OD like Len Bias
And that pussy so good he let his friends try it
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance, yea uh
Losing your balance
Girl you losing your balance uh, yea
Don’t slip don’t fall
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don’t lose your balance
Don’t lose your balance
I look around at my city this is SinVille
That boy 11 years old and can inhale
Sometimes I ride around wondering if we in hell
Or why the cops love to throw a nigga in jail
I’m bout to lose it I just had another friend killed
Over some bullshit this cycle’s like a windmill
I had a convo with my soul I asked it “When will, this shit change? “
It said boy “Just use them pen skills”-
And so I write this for my niggaz on the corner
Love you cause you my brother so I feel I got to warn ya
This shit ain’t set up for a young brother to advance
On that note, you niggaz playing right into their hands
Damn, better get yourself some goals, you niggaz better dream
I know the hood raised you but there’s bigger better things
And for those that passed I need a moment of silence
Sssssshhhhh
Yea and don’t be losing your balance
Don’t be losing your balance
Don’t be losing your balance
My nigga don’t be losing your balance
Uh yea so don’t slip, don’t fall
Just a get a grip my nigga hold on
Don’t lose your balance, uh
Don’t lose your balance
I got a thing for this little mama
She do it to me plus her brain is forreal I’m a… sucka for love I guess
Won’t catch her up in the club cause she ain’t into that
Kind of chick that rather rent a flick and get intimate
Say she never fuck with thug niggaz only gentlemen
And yea that ass is fat but what’s better is her intellect
Other men ah sweat her when we walk past
Can’t even blame em’ I did the same when I saw that ass
Matched with the thin waist, brown with a slim face
Love the conversation and the kicks was like a sensei
Now she got me chillin’ with her all around the clock
My homiess beefin’ cause I never come around a lot
Keep on telling me I changed and things ain’t the same
And ever since she came around I never want to hang
They tell me that it’s foul how a chick will make me switch
But man I can’t help it dog her mind got me whipped
I think I’m losing my balance
I think I’m losing my balance yea
She got me losing my balance, uh
She got me losing my balance
But I won’t slip I won’t fall
Just a get a grip and hold on
Losing my balance
Losing my balance
