Balance

[Intro: JMB Bobby Hill] [?] 2wo-3ree [Chorus: JMB Bobby Hill] 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 [?] [Verse 1: JMB Bobby Hill] 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 lеader while in prison, it be hard to guidе '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 [?] 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 [Chorus: JMB Bobby Hill] 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 [?] [Verse 2: 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