YIN/YANG (feat. Tierra Whack)

The yin, the yang The plus, the minus Power, skill The up, the down The left, the right The right, the wrong The right, the left The live, the die The lie, the truth The black, the white The sunrise, the evening The even, odd The on the graph, the DNE The intrigued, the unconcerned The Bobby, Whitney Building blocks, TNT, okay Calm, crazy Game, real Deal, decline The deal, the buy The bye, hello The by the book, the break the law The brake, the floor it Break, repair The high, the low The one percent, the penniless The less, the more The furthermore, the end of story The give, indulge The happy, sad The input, output Difficult, working for me? I don't know 'n' I get it, uh No no 'n' I let it, uh Steady with the Take over, keep control Steady with the Take over, keep control Steady with the Strong bond and the disconnect The diss, respect Make 'em Direct, follow Fall, rise, okay Suspect, trust Adore, despise, okay Certain, indecisive, nah, okay Maintain 'n' fluctuate Eye be on the ball, I can't focus none (Ayy) Clarity denied, puzzling no one, ooh (Ayy) I can never die, little nigga done Still, sky high when I'm low Will I standby, will I go One warren peace with the flow Friend, foe Contender, kin You lose to life, find a balance End, begin Said I ain't got a motherfucking balance Hi birdie dirty up my talons While momma gon' be steady looking at me like "Man why a motherfucker gotta smoke so much" I ain't got a motherfucking balance Sep Seven told me I better try and find one Sep Seven told me I better try and find one Sep Seven told me I better try and find one Yeah The hot, the cold The weak, the bold The new, the old Am I supposed to be the one to end it? I stop, I grow I drop, I rose I rock and roll And momma raised me independent Straight up out the projects Can't believe you ain't died yet Sending bomb threats Baby boy I'm blessed No contest So stressed, fuck around and aim a Tec at ya moms neck Mind your business, I'm dismissive I ain't have a house or kitchen, mouse or kitten My blouse was ripped and I had to keep wearing that shit Had a book of writtens and I'm tearing that shit to pieces To each his own I sleep alone I weep alone I need a loan I see the clones I leave alone, I Hate the color red so I bleach the throne The bad, the good The can, the could The burbs, the hood The salt, the sug' I wish, I would Give up coming this far I was 21 when I bought my first car Running over niggas, left more than a scar When it comes to the bar Raise that shit so far up Make 'em look up to the stars I'm a fucking star player Bar raiser, heartbreaker Sharp razor, so major Trailblazer, you faker No paper, I'm greater So don't bet on me if you bet on losing It's so soothing who y'all choosin' I'm still puking, who y'all foolin' Tierra Whack point proven, yeah