B.O.B. - Epic lyrics

[B.o.B] You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation If money talks I got my masters in communication 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, ballin's my occupation Kush so loud I can't hear what was you saying Ba** go so low that the freaks in the backseat Get a thrill off the alpine when it vibrate they a** cheeks I'm Bobby Ray baby an all American athlete I run and leap and jump and like a track meet Yeah that ought to do it Give it that Carl Lewis I got the magic baby call me George Lucas I'm so prolific but my flow's so foolish These n***as making moves my n***as making movies wait [Playboy Tre] I'm wild like a crazy night Clean like a baby wipe Y'all just a momma's boy sleeping with a baby light My ex say I'm a dick cause my mind frame co*ky Up in Beninhan', drunk, 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 poppin' n***as than the AA Liquor and wheelbarrow foolish as Will Ferrell But I ain't got a step brother, I f-ck your step mother I cuss cause I like it b**h F-ck hoe mutherf-cker You mad cause I'm balling, life is a mutherfcker Your son is a leprichaun so hater live life a little New sh** dropping soon "Patron & Instrumental" 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 p-ssy n***as, 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 b**h cause I'm chilling with your b**h She threw out your mixtape but she knows my whole disc My flow's sick, I'm a poet, Edgar Allen Poe sh** Haters be getting defensive like 4th down and show blitz But I don't punt it, I run it for a hundred Ever since I was a young 'un, been hungry as Paul Bunyon I'm the sh** so fix the plumbing I'ma beast and the game's you 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 jumpin' Lil C got that beat bumping so you can hear me coming And my name's Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A just in case anyone was wondering b**h