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 trynna hide yourself

It seems on the outside you thinking you the shit

Put theres 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 aint determined by another man

Cuz 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

Chorus

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

Verse 2

I look around at my city this is SinVille

That boy 11yrs old and can inhale

Sometimes I ride around wondering if we in hell

Or why the cops love to throw a nigga in jail

Im 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 cuz you my brother so I feel I got to warn ya

This shit aint 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 theres bigger better things

And for those that passed I need a moment of silence

Sssssshhhhh

Yea and don’t be losing your balance

Chorus

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

Verse 3

I got a thing for this little mama

She do it to me plus her brain is forreal imma sucka for love I guess

Wont catch her up in the club cuz she aint 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 whats better is her intellect

Other men ah sweat her when we walk past

Cant 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 chillening with her all around the clock

My homeis beefin cuz I never come around a lot

Keep on telling me I changed and things aint the same

And ever since she came around I never want to hang

They tell me that its foul how a chick will make me switch

But man I cant help it dog her mind got me whipped

I think Im losing my balance

Chorus

I think Im losing my balance yea

She got me losing my balance, uh

She got me losing my balance,

But I wont slip I wont fall, just a get a grip and hold on

Losing my balance, Losing my balance