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T.I. lyrics : "Be Easy"

[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 ^!$$%z who slang

Like a picture, no frame, see it's simple and plain
My %#@! bang, spit flames, put ^!$$%z 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' $$# when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what tha $#&@ is fame to me?

I been plottin' since kindergarten, you'z a lame to me
I give the ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% 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, ^!$$% 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'!

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