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