Be Easy — текст песни (T.I.)

[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`!