T.I. Lyrics

Album: TRAP MUZIK

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 breezies

 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 don't hate be wise

 

 [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'!