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
It's as straight as a straight shooter can get
Was raised by 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
We 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, hahaha
But no retrograde
So let's get back to the A
And why they call you the king of this shit