Losing My Balance (Bonus Track)

Yeah, ugh, yeah

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, ugh

1-2, 1-2, 1-2, ugh

Yeah, ugh

Yeah, ugh

Miss high profile, caught you shoppin' in Canal (Yeah)

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 your pride yourself?

Your makeup like a mask, tryna hide yourself

It seems on the outside, you thinking you the shit (Uh-huh)

But there's a soul that's inside that you ain't even knew exist

So you so out of touch that the world mistreat you

Rich niggas fuck you and broke niggas beat you

Hope that 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 'em "Go deep" like Cunningham

And you just let 'em OD like Len Bias

And that pussy so good he let his friends try it

Losing your balance, yeah uh

Losing your balance, yeah uh

Losing your balance

Girl, you losing your balance uh, yeah

Don't slip and don't fall, uh

Just get a grip my nigga, hold on, uh

Don't lose your balance (Yeah, ugh)

Don't lose your balance (Ugh)

I look around at my city, this is Sinville

That boy 11 years old and can inhale

Sometimes I ride around wonderin' if we in hell

And why do cops love to throw a nigga in jail?

I'm 'bout to lose it, I just had another friend killed (Damn)

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 niggas 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 niggas playin' right into their hands

Damn, better get yourself some goals (Uh-huh)

You niggas better dream (Yeah)

I know the hood raised you but it's bigger better things

And for those that passed, I need a moment of silence

Sssssshhhhhhh

Yeah, and don't be losing your balance, uh

Don't be losing your balance

Don't be losing your balance

My nigga, don't be losing your balance, uh, yeah

So don't slip and don't fall

Just get a grip my nigga, hold on (Yeah)

Don't lose your balance (Ugh)

Don't lose your balance (Yeah)

Ugh, I got a thing for this little mama

She do it to me plus her brain is for real, I'm a

Sucka for love I guess, won't catch her up in the club

'Cause she ain't into that (Nah)

Kind of chick that rather rent a flick and get intimate

Say she never fuck with thug niggas, only gentlemen

And yeah that ass is fat but what's better is her intellect (Uh-huh)

Other men would sweat her when we walk past

Can't even blame 'em, 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 homies 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 (Ugh)

They tell me that it's foul how a chick would make me switch

But man I can't help it dawg, her mind got me whipped

I think I'm losing my balance, uh

I think I'm losing my balance, yeah

She got me losing my balance, uh

She got me losing my balance, yeah

But I, I won't slip, nah, I won't fall, ugh

Just get a grip and hold on, ugh

Losing my balance (Uh-huh)

Losing my balance