[Intro]

Ugh-ugh-ugh, ugh-ugh, ugh—ayy

Where the piano at shawty?

Y—Yea—Y—a—Yeah

Y'all ain't never seen a dope boy play the piano and rap at the same time, have you?

I'ma show you something, partner!

Bop to the left and right like this here, nigga

Come on, homie!

Dig this!

[Verse 1]

I'm 22 and a vet in the game

Say I'm, I'm super cool, 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 your prayers if you praying for change

So, how dare you compare us and say we the same?

When I'm, I'm climbin' the ladder, they stuck in the same mindframe

They accomplishments are nothing to gain

And visually, see, I'm outta your range

Except this rose-gold glow from my wrist to my chain

I entertain young niggas who slang

Like a picture, no frame, see, it's simple and plain

Ayy, my shit bang, spit flames, put niggas to shame

Flow so insane, lyrics sick and deranged

Now, you can't mention my city 'less you mention my name

T.I., P-I-M-P, I'm the man (Ayy, ayy)

[Chorus]

(Ayy, be easy) You don't want no trouble with me

(Just be easy) The drama ain't nothing to me

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, be easy) Before you having problems, just breathe

(Ayy, be easy) Ayy, you ain't worth dying, believe me

(Just be easy) You don't want your mama to grieve

(Be easy) Well, mind your busness, don't bother the G

(Ayy, ayy, be easy) Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me

(Just be easy) Behind the scenes or behind your breezes

Ayy, be easy

[Verse 2]

You came in kissing ass when I came to lead

Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead

Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me?

I been popping since kindergarten, you's a lame to me

I give the niggas what they came to see

A reflection of oneself—what 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, you felt

So inspired by my style, decided to try it yourself

But you won't meet nobody ranked as high as myself

The checks you waiting 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, hate me—why?

[Chorus]

(Ayy, be easy) You don't want no trouble with me

(Just be easy) The drama ain't nothing to me

(Ayy, ayy, be easy) Before you having problems, just breathe

(Ayy, be easy) Ayy, you ain't worth dying, believe me

(Just be easy) You don't want your mama to grieve

(Be easy) Well, mind your busness, don't bother the G

(Ayy, be easy) Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me

(Just be easy) Behind the scenes or behind your breezes

Ayy, be easy

[Outro]

What it is, pimp? T.I.P., "Trap Muzik," understand that?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, just be easy

Grand Hustle, pimp! Ayy, what's hatnin', Toomp?

Ayy, be, be, uh, be easy

Let's ride out, homie! Hey, hey, hey, what it is, man?

Ayy, ayy, eep it pimpin', be easy

P$C, Pimp Squad Click, shawty!

Ayy, ayy, it's T.I.P., be easy

Uh, uh... Yeah, yeah, a—ye—yeah!

It's Grand Hustle, be easy

Ayy, ayy, uh, A-Town...

Be easy

Ayy, ayy, uh, stay down

Man, be easy

Keep it pimpin', pimpin'! (Ye—Ye—a—Ye—Yeah!)

Ayy, ayy, just be easy

Ayy, ayy, well, be easy

Man, be easy

Ayy, just be easy