Epic by B.o.B (Ft. Meek Mill & Playboy Tre)
Epic by B.o.B (Ft. Meek Mill & Playboy Tre)

Epic

B.o.B & Playboy Tre & Meek Mill * Track #1 On E.P.I.C. (Every Play is Crucial)

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Epic by B.o.B (Ft. Meek Mill & Playboy Tre)

Release Date
Thu Mar 01 2012
Performed by
B.o.BPlayboy Tre & Meek Mill
Produced by
C Gutta
Writed by
C Gutta & Playboy Tre & Meek Mill & B.o.B
About

The title of the song, “Epic”, is actually an acronym for “Every Play is Crucial”. This is also the title of the mixtape this track originally appeared on

Epic Lyrics

[Intro: B.o.B & Meek Mill]
Ayy, Bob, what up?
Yeah, haha!
Meek Milly
Ha! Grand Hustle in the building!
Ayy
Hey!
It's B-O, B-O
Lil' C on the beat
Haha
Yeah
Yeah, ayy, ah-ah-ah

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
You know who it is without a doubt or hesitation (Yeah)
If money talks, I got my master's in communications (Haha!)
But you can’t hold a conversation (Nah)
Probably find me burning something good—you can call that "smoking aces" (Hey, hey, hey, hey, yeah)
Compliment the chef, in the lab, making greatness (Greatness)
Ain’t a thing changed but the number on the statement (Statement)
NBA résumé: balling'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 asscheeks
I’m Bobby Ray, baby, an All-American athlete
I run and leap and jump in that pussy like a track meet, yeah (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, hey)
Yep, that ought to do it (Do it), give it that Carl Lewis (Lewis)
Ha, I got the magic, baby (Ha), call me "George Lucas" (Lucas)
I’m so prolific, but the flow so foolish
These niggas making moves; my niggas making movies—wait

[Verse 2: Playboy Tre]
Wild like a crazy night (Ha), clean like a baby wipe
Y'all just some mama's boys, sleeping with a baby light
My ex say I’m a dick (Yeah) 'cause my mindframe cocky
Up in Benihana, drunk as fuck, drinking all the sake (Ha)
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 Stewie's head (Ha)
Girls call me "Tre-Day" (Yuh), I’m looking for payday (Yuh)
My squad got more bottle-popping niggas than the AA
Liquor in wheelbarrows, foolish as Will Ferrell (Ha)
But I ain’t got a stepbrother, I'll fuck your stepmother (Yeah, baby)
I cuss 'cause I like it, bitch—fuck, ho, motherfucker (Yuh)
You mad cause I’m balling (Ha!), life is a motherfucker
Short as a leprechaun, so hater, live life a little (Live a life)
New shit dropping soon: “Patron and Instrumentals” (Yuh)
Til' then stay tuned, freak, and thanks for the hot chin (Haha)
It’s Tre-Boy, my flow won’t quit til I say it end, yuh! (Yeah)

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
Eastside on my arm, three stripes on my sneakers (My sneakers)
Don’t roll with pussy niggas (These niggas), we call them "vajeenas" (Vajeena)
That’s why your girl choosing, dog (Ha), pray I never meet her (Ah)
I tap her on the head and tell her, "You know the procedure" (Swallow)
You just mad with no bitch 'cause I’m chilling with your bitch
She threw out your mixtape, but she knows my whole disc (Hey, hey, shit)
My flow’s sick, I’m a poet, Edgar Allan Poe shit (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Haters be getting defensive, like fourth down, they show blitz (Hey, hey)
But I don’t punt it (Punt it), I run it for a hundred (Hundred)
Ever since I was a young'un', been hungry as Paul Bunyan (Bunyan)
I’m the shit, so fix the plumbing (Plumbing)
I’m a beast in the game, Jumanji ('Manji)
And if this ain’t what you call hip-hop, it must be bungee jumping (Ha, ha, ha, hey)
I’m smoking on hydroponic ('Ponic), some of you call that "chronic" (Chronic)
Hennessey in my vomit (Vomit) 'cause the night before was jumpin’ (Was jumping)
Lil C got that beat bumping (Yeah, that's right)
So you can hear me coming (Hahaha)
And my name’s Bobby Ray, Eastside of the A (Ha, ha)
Just in case anyone was wondering, bitch

[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Boy, I’m a motherfucking beast, all my haters rest in peace (Flex)
I make a hundred on the Monday and go hard the rest of the week
Prey on niggas like a Sunday, see your artist, that’s a feast (Ha)
I got, like, thirty in the chalk, I let you pussies catch the piece (Hey)
It's just me and Omelly ('Melly) in the Scaglietti ('Lietti)
'Bout to scoop these bitches 'cause they say they past ready (They ready)
Swagger on infinite (Swag), I think I’m Andretti (Ha)
I push it to the limit, get 'em haters gassed heavy
Wait a minute, I'm a menace (Vroom), shout-out to the winners (Vroom)
Checkerboard Louies, like a flag before the finish (Ha!)
I’m just getting started (Started), and niggas at they ending
Everybody say I’m hot, but I been hot from the beginning, oh!
I be with a bitch that look like Kim Kardashian
Shitting on these niggas—not by purpose, but by accident
Big cribs, I be 'laxing in (Ho), you niggas relaxing (Ho)
And the main reason I’m passing 'em:
Like Michael Vick, I'm faster than your quarterback
I bring that order back
Ain't fucking with that weed (No), like, "Where that water at?" (That water)
Like, where them percs, nigga? Somebody order that
Caught a couple cases, went to jail, but I ain't going back—
Free Tip!

Epic Q&A

Who wrote Epic's ?

Epic was written by C Gutta & Playboy Tre & Meek Mill & B.o.B.

Who produced Epic's ?

Epic was produced by C Gutta.

When did B.o.B release Epic?

B.o.B released Epic on Thu Mar 01 2012.

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