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T.I. - Be Easy

Be Easy
T.I.
03:18
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Song lyrics

[Intro:]
Ay, where the piano at, shawty? Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time, have you? Imma show you somethin', dig this.

[Verse 1:]
I'm 22 and a vet in the game,
Say I'm, supercool, 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 your 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 nuttin' to gain.
Eventually, see I'm outta ya range,
Except this rose gold glow from my wrist and my chain.
I entertain young niggas who slang,
Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain.
My shit bang, spit flames, put niggas to shame,
Flow so insane, lyrics sick and deranged,
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 nuthin' to me.
Ay, be easy! Before you have problems, just breathe.
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 business, don't bother the G.
Be easy! Swear you stuntin but you frontin to me.
Just be easy! Behind the scenes or behind you breathes?

[Verse 2:]
Came in kissin ass when I came to lead,
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead.
Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me?
I been plottin since kindergarten, you's a lame to me.
I give the niggas what they came to see –
A reflection of oneself 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 that ya feel it
So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself,
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, why?

[Chorus]

What it is, pimp? T.I.P., Trap Muzik, understand that? Grand Hustle, pimp! Ay, what's hantnin, Toomp? Let's ride out, homie! What it is, mane? PSC, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! A-Town, stay down! Keep it pimpin!

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