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Without TIP, the world just might tip Might fall off axis That's what you call balance The ying, the yang, the twins, Gemini They looking at the diamonds on you Forgot you came out a cold world Driving Taurus got you Ford The trap like a cancer, crabs in the barrel You still adored it You was in your element You know, heir to the throne A lot of talk about your home, niggas think Tiny, you talk big Lot of lying under fire, you did some shit But ask a Sagittarius 'bout your archery, as straight as a straight shooter can get Was raised by the wolves, gotta keep the sheep from your kids I see what the Pisces Lot of crusty niggas wanna try P Nigga, he tipped Son of a gun, seen it, all of the clips Looking in the eyes of justice and been a pupil of it In his sixth house but he ain't a virgin to this Done time and took time to cover the shit Making sure the scales wasn't tipped in the wrong way for our people Feel like he the GOAT in this bitch Way beyond December to January-ish He always gon' score POs, get off of the dick Letras de cancionesWe know you love your family, you welcome to fish Go through hell for all of your kids They your Aries, FGs Let her fly, let him be But no retrograde So let's get back to the A And why they call you the king of this shit From Letras Mania