Song Lyrics

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 1 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 dunno and I get it, uh
Nono and I let it, uh
Steady wit the
Take over, keep control
Steady wit the
Take over, keep control
Steady wit 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 and fluctuate
Eye be on the ball, I can't focus none
Clarity denied, puzzling no one, ooh
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
Lose to life, find a balance
End, begin

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 n find one
Sep seven told me I better try n find one
Sep seven told me I better try n 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 u ain't died yet
Sending bomb threats
Baby boy I'm blessed
No contest
So stressed, f*ck 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 choosing
I'm still puking, who y'all fooling
Tierra Whack point proven, yeah

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The duration of Yin/Yang (feat. Tierra Whack) is 2:50 minutes and seconds.