Epic
    (专辑: E.P.I.C. (Every Play Is Crucial) - 2011)
    
    [B.o.B:]  You know who it is without a 
doubt or hesitation  If money talks I 
got my masters in communications  But you can't hold a 
conversation  Probably find me burning something good you can call that smoking aces  Compliment the 
chef in the 
lab making greatness  Ain't a 
thing changed but the 
number on the 
statement  NBA resume, baller's my occupation  Kush so loud I 
can't hear what was you saying  Bass go so low that the 
freaks in the 
backseat  Get a 
thrill off the 
alpine when it vibrate they ass cheeks  I'm Bobby Ray baby an all american athlete  I 
run and leap and jump in that pussy like a 
track meet  Yeah that oughta do it  Give it that Carl Lewis, ha  I 
got the 
magic baby call me George Lucas  I'm so prolific but the 
flow's so foolish  These niggas making moves, my niggas making movies, wait   [Playboy Tre:]  Wild like a 
crazy mic  Clean like a 
baby wipe  Y'all just a 
momma boy sleeping with a 
baby light  My ex say I'm a 
dick cause my mind frank cocky  Up in Beninhan', drunk as fuck, drinking all the 
sake  Damn right I 
want a 
double fried rice  I'm getting bread I 
put my dick up in your face  Your face'll look like Stewies head  Girls call me Tre day  I'm looking for pay day  My squad's got more bottle popping niggas than the 
AA  Liquor and wheelbarrow, foolish as Will Ferrell  But I 
ain't got a 
step brother, I 
fuck your step mother  I 
cussed cause I 
like it bitch  Fuck hoe mutherfucker  You mad cause I'm balling, life is a 
mutherfcker  Shawtys and leprichauns so hate or live life a 
little  New shit dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental"  Til then stay tuned freak, and thanks for the 
hot gin  It's tre, my flow won't quit til I 
say it ends   [B.o.B:]  Eastside on my arm, 3 
stripes on my sneakers  Don't roll with pussy niggas, we call them vajeenas  That's why your girl choosing dawg, pray I 
never meet her  I 
tap her on the 
head and tell her you know the 
procedure  You just mad with no bitch cause I'm chilling with your bitch  She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc  My flow's sick, I'm a 
poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit  Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz  But I 
don't punt it, I 
run it for one hundred  Ever since I 
was a 
younging, been hungry as Paul Bunyon  I'm the 
shit so fix the 
plumbing  I'm a 
beast and the 
game's Jumanji  And if this ain't what you call hip-hop it must be bungee jumping  I'm smoking on hydroponic some of you call that chronic  Hennessey in my vomit cause the 
night before was jumping  Lil C 
got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming  And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A 
just incase anybody was wondering bitch   [Meek Mill:]  Oohh I'm a 
matherfucking beast  All my haters rest in peace  I 
make a 
hundred on the 
Monday and go hard the 
rest of week  Pray on niggas like a 
Sunday  See your artist that's a 
feast  I 
got like 38 inch cock, I 
let you pussies catch a 
piece  It was me and old melly? in the 
Scaglietti  Bout to scoop these bitches cause they say they past ready  Swagger on the 
finish, I 
think I'm Andretti  I 
push it to the 
limit get 'em haters gassed heavy  Wait a 
minute I'm a 
menace  Shout out to the 
winners  Jacket boy Louies like a 
flag before the 
finish?  I'm just getting started and niggas at they end  And errbody say I'm hot but I've been hot from the 
beginning  I 
be with a 
bitch that looks like Kim Kardashian  She ain't on these niggas not by purpose but by accident  Big Chris, I'll be laxing him, you niggas relaxing  And the 
main reason I'm passing em like Michael Vick I'm faster than yo quarter back  I 
bring that order back  Ain't fucking with that weed, like where that water at  Like where them purps nigga  Somebody order that  Caught a 
couple cases, went to jail but I 
ain't going back  FREE TIP!