[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'!