[Intro]

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One, two, one, two, one, two, uh

One, two, one, two, one, two, uh

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[Verse 1]

Miss 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 fuck 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

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 2]

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

[Chorus]

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)

[Verse 3]

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 fuck with thug niggas, only gentlemen

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

Other men'd 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, dog, her mind got me whipped

[Chorus]

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