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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 niggas fuck you and broke niggas 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, SongtexteGirl 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 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 playing right into their hands Damn, better get yourself some goals, you niggas 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 niggas 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 Match with the thin waist, brown with a slime face Love the conversation and the kicks was like a sensai Now she got me chillenin' with her all around the clock My homeis 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 Aus Songtexte Mania