T.I. - Be Easy lyrics

rate me

[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 STICK IN YO BRAIN

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]

STEADILY 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 HATE ME NAH

[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$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!

Uh, uh... A-Town... stay down..

Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!