[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 breezies
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 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´!