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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
GARY ST. CLAIR
Songwriter
Timothy Michael O'Brien
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Toomp
Producer
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
Cory Williams
Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Steve Fisher
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I'm twenty-two and a vet in the game
Say, 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're prayin' 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 mind frame, they accomplishments are nothin' to gain, well
Visually, see, I'm out of your range
Except this rose-gold glow from my wrist and my chain
I entertain young **** who slang
Like a picture, no frame, see it simple and plain
My shit bang, spit flames, put **** 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, ****
[Verse 2]
Aye, be easy
Aye, you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy
The drama ain't nothin' to me
Aye, be easy
Before you have problems, just breathe
Be easy
Hey, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy
You don't want your mama to grieve
Well, be easy
Well, mind your business, don't bother the G
Well, be easy
Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Aye, just be easy
Behind the scenes or behind your breezes
Just be easy
[Verse 3]
You came in kissin' ass when I came to leave
Set the standard for Atlanta, rearranged the lead
Okay, so what the fuck is fame to me?
I've been plottin' since kindergarten, you's a lame to me
I give the **** what they came to see
A reflection of oneself where they aim to be
As you can see, it ain't no change in me
And you won't meet another **** 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 waitin' on, homes, I can sign 'em 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, ****, hate me, why?
[Verse 4]
Aye, be easy
Aye, you don't want no trouble with me
Just be easy
The drama ain't nothin' to me
Aye, be easy
Before you have problems, just breathe
Be easy
Hey, you ain't worth dyin', believe me
Just be easy
You don't want your mama to grieve
Well, be easy
Well, mind your business, don't bother the G
Well, be easy
Swear you stuntin' but you frontin' to me
Aye, just be easy
Behind the scenes or behind your breezes
Just be easy
[Verse 5]
Just be easy
Be easy
Be easy
Be easy
Just be easy
Be easy
Be easy
Just be easy
Well, be easy
Be easy
Just be easy
Written by: Aldrin Davis, C. Harris, G St. Clair, T. O'Brien