[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