[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
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 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 niggas making moves my niggas 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 cocky
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' niggas 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 bitch
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 shit 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 sneakersDon't roll with p-ssy 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 Allen Poe shit
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 shit 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 bitch
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