Be Easy Lyrics by T.I.

Be Easy Lyrics

    [Intro]
    Ay, where the piano at shawty?
    Y'all ain't neva seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time
    have you?
    I'ma show you somethin', dig this..

    [Verse 1]
    I'm 22 and a vet in the game
    Say I'm, supercoo', still a threat at the same
    Time, rhyme bout the times I invested in 'caine
    Pleasure and pain in every aspect of the game
    I'm the answer to yo prayers if you prayin' for change
    So, I dare you compare us and say we the same
    When I'm, climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same
    Mindframe, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain
    Eventually, see I'm outta yo range
    Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain
    I entertain young niggaz who slang
    Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
    My shit bang, spit flames, put niggaz to shame
    Flow so insane, lyrics sick and derranged
    Now you can't, mention my city unless you mention my name
    T-I-P-I-M-P, I'm the man

    [Chorus]
    Ay be easy - you don't want no trouble with me
    Just be easy - the drama ain't nothin' to me
    Ay be easy - before you have problems just breathe
    Ay be easy - you ain't worth dyin', believe me
    Just be easy - you don't want yo mama to grieve
    Be easy - well mind yo bizness, don't bother the G
    Be easy - swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
    Be easy - behind the scenes or behind yo ?
    Ay, be easy

    [Verse 2]
    ??? kissin' ass when I came to leave
    Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
    Okay, so what tha fuck is fame to me?
    I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
    I give the niggaz what they came to see
    A reflection of one self where they aim to be
    As you can see it ain't no change in me
    And you won't meet another nigga off the chain as me
    I'm so fly, no lie, don't deny it, ya feel it
    So inspired by my style, decided to try it yoself
    Bet you won't, meet nobody ranked as high as myself
    The checks you waitin' on, homes, I can sign them myself
    Tote gats, dro smoked that, now I'm high
    Seats way back in the Maybach I ride
    Through the streets of the westside, I slap five
    And throw dubs, show love, nigga

    Repeat Chorus

    [T.I. talking] ("Be easy" in the background)
    What it iz pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that?
    Grand Hustle pimp! Ay, whus hattnin' Toomp?
    Let's ride out homie! What it iz mayne?
    P, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!
    Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..
    Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!

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