"Balance" lyrics
Wiz Khalifa & Jmb Bobby Hill Lyrics
(from "Moses The Black" soundtrack)
[JMB Bobby Hill:]
[?]
2wo-3ree
I put my foot on niggas' neck to get respect
Why these bitches sell their soul for a check
Gotta be cautious with the way that I step
Can't catch me bleeding on the ground gettin' left
I try to live balance
I put on a lot of mileage
[?]
I hope my people don't repeat the cycle
'Cause I exposed 'em to some shit, I'm not the best of idols
Thirties on the dresser, plain sight, I don't try to hide 'em
I'm tryna be a leader while in prison, it be hard to guide 'em
When Cory asked me for help, no way that I could deny him
Surely that's my brother, fuck [?] I'ma stick it out
Never [?] in my life, I could've pick 'em out
Niggas duck the smoke [?] 'em out
I lost some brothers, niggas I gotta live without
The thought of them remind me to bring my pistol out
[?] boys, we take it but also dish it out
I lost 2wo-3ree, I never thought I'd have to live without
I put my foot on niggas' neck to get respect
Why these bitches sell their soul for a check
Gotta be cautious with the way that I step
Can't catch me bleeding on the ground gettin' left
I try to live balance
I put on a lot of mileage
[?]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
[?] on mileage, get a girl and be her stylist
Front row, that's us
Peel the top off when we back up
Rolling joint papers, no tobacco
Bricks of money in the wall stacked up
Concrete jungle what we made it out of
That's why our whips is the hardest
New chick a artist
Don't blame me, I did it the smartest
Said that I couldn't smoke
I came there and rolled up a garden
Look at my watches, got karats in all of 'em
Old people can tell that I'm a star
Young niggas raised the bar
Raised around poverty and gang wars
Now I roll up and get buzzed like a chainsaw
New custom Chrome Heart glasses
My bitch in Tom Ford
[?]
2wo-3ree
I put my foot on niggas' neck to get respect
Why these bitches sell their soul for a check
Gotta be cautious with the way that I step
Can't catch me bleeding on the ground gettin' left
I try to live balance
I put on a lot of mileage
[?]
I hope my people don't repeat the cycle
'Cause I exposed 'em to some shit, I'm not the best of idols
Thirties on the dresser, plain sight, I don't try to hide 'em
I'm tryna be a leader while in prison, it be hard to guide 'em
When Cory asked me for help, no way that I could deny him
Surely that's my brother, fuck [?] I'ma stick it out
Never [?] in my life, I could've pick 'em out
Niggas duck the smoke [?] 'em out
I lost some brothers, niggas I gotta live without
The thought of them remind me to bring my pistol out
[?] boys, we take it but also dish it out
I lost 2wo-3ree, I never thought I'd have to live without
I put my foot on niggas' neck to get respect
Why these bitches sell their soul for a check
Gotta be cautious with the way that I step
Can't catch me bleeding on the ground gettin' left
I try to live balance
I put on a lot of mileage
[?]
[Wiz Khalifa:]
[?] on mileage, get a girl and be her stylist
Front row, that's us
Peel the top off when we back up
Rolling joint papers, no tobacco
Bricks of money in the wall stacked up
Concrete jungle what we made it out of
That's why our whips is the hardest
New chick a artist
Don't blame me, I did it the smartest
Said that I couldn't smoke
I came there and rolled up a garden
Look at my watches, got karats in all of 'em
Old people can tell that I'm a star
Young niggas raised the bar
Raised around poverty and gang wars
Now I roll up and get buzzed like a chainsaw
New custom Chrome Heart glasses
My bitch in Tom Ford
