[Chris - Chorus] If feelin' fresh in the buildin' Take your hand; hold it to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I know feelin' me And if your too in the building Take your hand; hold it high to the right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I they feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm here with a lifestyle you would kill fo' Still here 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 find 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was broke why I got so many hustles Broke man from the floor What would you do in the middle of the When the sun down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a house with no No doors, no walls, no And my was always fresher I would go to school in his clothes, I did go So that's why now this the type of that I live for up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit I would up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel with my y'all, I'm this Spent my whole life chasin' chips, Nabisco? My memories, I miss those Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for [Chris Brown - If anybody feeling fresh in the your 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 high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop Flow airtight no Ziploc Get shit pop my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm standin' at the tip top Where I belong, it be long you hear me on a B.o.B song Some gettin' my skeet on To the sole of my feet, G You're gon' to get your reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the ground and I'm off the Madoff money, dawg Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, could you a call And we a call to who place a call Don't get your part and not too I what you say Back up the trunk and the buck Here's where I'm stoppin' Got all on me, homie Can't it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and filled How you Brown - Chorus] If anybody feeling 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 know they me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling 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 from the strange clouds And I'm here with the same team, nigga stay down Still here for the side a thing change but the bank account Hands when I come 'round Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands And I go hard, my passport's like a Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your squad With the of a soldier But even still I don't no parts And no with no hearts You cocksuckers need throw I'm off for the most part A young dog with an old dumb, but I'm so smart I art, call me Mozart My nightlife's like a soap With two chicks like it's ark They got nice dresses with no bras with good like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas truck with no So no applause, the applause put your hand up if you know the song [Chris - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now