[Chris Brown - If anybody fresh in the buildin' Take your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' now And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I they feelin' me And if too fresh in the building Take your hand; hold it high to the right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I know feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still with a lifestyle you would kill fo' Still here with the same that I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that know And I'm never hard to find because 420 is my ZIP code But back couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke why I got so many hustles Broke man from the floor would you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes down and it gets Growin' up in a with no stove 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, where's My memories, I miss those Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for Brown - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it 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 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 [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my Flow airtight no Ziploc Get shit pop when my drop 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 gon' have to get your on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the and I'm off the radar Madoff money, dawg Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, could you place a And we place a call to who a call get your part and not too hard I what you say Back up the trunk and the buck Here's where I'm stoppin' Got all on me, homie Can't wipe it we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums How you [Chris - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take 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 [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black whip from the clouds And I'm here with the same team, nigga stay down here for the east side Ain't a thing change but the account high when I come 'round Cause I'm killin this nigga, hands down And I go hard, my passport's like a Give a if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad With the soul of a But still I don't want no parts And no niggas no hearts You need throw guards I'm off for the most part A dog with an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I art, call me Mozart My nightlife's like a opera With two chicks like Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no bras with bodies like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far a gas truck with no park So no applause, the applause Just put hand up if you know the song [Chris Brown - If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I they feeling me now