Air & Water Interlude - T.I., Rapsody

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

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

But no retrograde

So let’s get back to the A

And why they call you the king of this shit