T.I. — Be Easy

[Intro] Ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh—ayy Where the piano at shawty? Y—Yea—Y—a—Yeah Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time, have you? I'ma show you something, partner! Bop to the left and right like this here, nigga Come on, homie! Dig this! [Verse 1] I'm 22 and a vet in the game Say I'm, I'm super cool, 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 praying for change So, how dare you compare us and say we the same? When I'm, I'm climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same mindframe They accomplishments are nothing to gain And visually, see, I'm outta your range Except this rose-gold glow from my wrist to my chain I entertain young niggas who slang Like a picture, no frame, see, it's simple and plain Ayy, my shit bang, spit flames, put niggas to shame Flow so insane, lyrics sick and deranged Now, you can't mention my city 'less you mention my name T.I., P-I-M-P, I'm the man (Ayy, ayy) [Hook] (Ayy, be easy) You don't want no trouble with me (Just be easy) The drama ain't nothing to me (Ayy, ayy, ayy, be easy) Before you having problems, just breathe (Ayy, be easy) Ayy, you ain't worth dying, believe me (Just be easy) You don't want your mama to grieve (Be easy) Well, mind your busness, don't bother the G (Ayy, ayy, be easy) Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me (Just be easy) Behind the scenes or behind your breezes Ayy, be easy [Verse 2] You came in kissing 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 popping since kindergarten, you's a lame to me I give the niggas what they came to see A reflection of oneself—what 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, you felt So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself But you won't meet nobody ranked as high as myself The checks you waiting 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? [Hook] (Ayy, be easy) You don't want no trouble with me (Just be easy) The drama ain't nothing to me (Ayy, ayy, be easy) Before you having problems, just breathe (Ayy, be easy) Ayy, you ain't worth dying, believe me (Just be easy) You don't want your mama to grieve (Be easy) Well, mind your busness, don't bother the G (Ayy, be easy) Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me (Just be easy) Behind the scenes or behind your breezes Ayy, be easy [Outro] What it is, pimp? T.I.P., "Trap Muzik," understand that? Ayy, ayy, ayy, just be easy Grand Hustle, pimp! Ayy, what's hatnin', Toomp? Ayy, be, be, uh, be easy Let's ride out, homie! Hey, hey, hey, what it is, man? Ayy, ayy, eep it pimpin', be easy P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty! Ayy, ayy, it's T.I.P., be easy Uh, uh... Yeah, yeah, a—ye—yeah! It's Grand Hustle, be easy Ayy, ayy, uh, A-Town... Be easy Ayy, ayy, uh, stay down Man, be easy Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! (Ye—Ye—a—Ye—Yeah!) Ayy, ayy, just be easy Ayy, ayy, well, be easy Man, be easy Ayy, just be easy