Losing My Balance Video (MV)

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Ms. High Profile, caught you shoppin' on 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 you pride yourself?
Your makeup like a mask, tryna hide yourself
It seems on the outside, you thinkin' you the shit (uh-huh)
But it'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 f*ck you and broke niggas beat you
Hope that this'll reach you and 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

Losin' your balance, yeah, uh
Losin' your balance, yeah, uh
Losin' your balance
Girl, you losin' your balance, uh, yeah
Don't slip, yeah, and don't fall, uh
Just get a grip, my nigga, hold on, uh
Don't lose your balance (yeah, uh)
Don't lose your balance (uh)

I look around at my city, this is Sinville
That boy eleven 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 you
This shit ain't set up for a young brother to advance
On that note, you niggas playin' right into they 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, shh, yeah

And don't be losin' your balance, uh
Don't be losin' your balance
Don't be losin' your balance
My nigga, don't be losin' your balance, uh, yeah
So don't slip, uh, and don't fall, uh
Just get a grip, my nigga, hold on (yeah)
Don't lose your balance (uh)
Don't lose your balance (yeah)

Uh, I got a thing for this lil' mama
She do it to me, plus her brain is for real, I'm a
Sucker 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 f*ck with thug niggas, only gentlemen
And, yeah, that ass is fat, but what's better is her intellect (uh-huh)
Other men'll sweat her when we walk past
Can't even blame 'em, did the same when I saw the 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 tellin' me I changed and things ain't the same
And ever since she came around, I never wanna hang (uh)
They tell me that it's foul how a chick'll make me switch
But, man, I can't help it, dawg, her mind got me whipped

I think I'm losin' my balance, uh
I think I'm losin' my balance, yeah
She got me losin' my balance, uh
She got me losin' my balance, yeah
But I, I won't slip, nah, I won't fall, uh
Just get a grip and hold on, uh
Losin' my balance, uh
Losin' my balance