Ti Be Easy Lyrics

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
?
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'!