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[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`!

[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`!

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