Be Easy lyrics

Artist  : T.i. 
Song : Be Easy



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[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$C, Pimp
Squad Click, shawty!
Uh, uh... A-Town... stay
down..
Keep it pimpin', pimpin'!