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