[Chris Brown - If anybody feelin' fresh in the Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I they feelin' me And if too fresh in the building Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I they feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would fo' here with the same shoes that I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll didn't know And I'm never that hard to because 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this That's why I got so hustles Broke man the fifth floor What you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes and it gets cold? up in a house with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my brother was fresher I would go to in his clothes, when I did go So why now this the type of life that I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man nights I would vomit I would throw up on myself cause I was so to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel my y'all, I'm this close Spent my whole life chasin' chips, Nabisco? My past memories, I those Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know they me now And if you too in the building Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my Flow with no Ziploc Get shit pop when my shit No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top Where I belong, it won't be you hear me on a B.o.B song Some chick gettin' my on To touch the of my feet, G You're have to get your reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the and I'm off the radar Bernie Madoff money, Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, could you place a And we place a to who place a call Don't get your part and not too I disregard you say Back up the and pass the buck Here's where I'm stoppin' Got swag all on me, Can't it away we too ill, ill how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled How you Brown - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I they feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black whip the strange clouds And I'm still here with the same team, nigga down Still here for the side Ain't a thing but the bank account high when I come 'round Cause I'm killin shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my like a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, go toe-to-toe with your whole squad the soul of a soldier But even still I don't want no And no niggas no hearts You need throw guards I'm off for the most part A young dog an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, call me My nightlife's a soap opera With two like it's Noah's ark They got nice with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas truck no park So no applause, hold the Just put your up if you know the song [Chris Brown - If anybody feeling fresh in the Take hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know they me now And if you too fresh in the your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now