[Chris Brown - If anybody fresh in the buildin' your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me And if your too fresh in the your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would fo' Still here with the same shoes I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of that didn't know And I'm never that hard to find 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz then I was this broke That's why I got so many Broke man the fifth floor would you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes down and it gets Growin' up in a house no stove No doors, no walls, no And my brother was fresher I would go to school in his clothes, I did go So that's why now the type of life that I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I vomit I throw 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 close my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I those Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for [Chris - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling 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, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I they feeling me now [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my Flow airtight no Ziploc Get shit pop my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top I belong, it won't be long 'Til you hear me on a B.o.B chick gettin' my skeet on To touch the of my feet, G gon' have to get your reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the ground and I'm off the Bernie Madoff money, Got paid off with it all I got the juice, you place a call And we place a to who place a call get your part and not too hard I what you say Back up the trunk and pass the Here's where I'm today Got all on me, homie wipe it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums How you [Chris - Chorus] If anybody feeling fresh in the Take your hand, hold it to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know feeling me now And if you too in the building 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 [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds And I'm here with the same team, nigga stay down here for the east side Ain't a change but the bank account Hands high when I come 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 With the of a soldier But even still I don't want no And no niggas with no You cocksuckers need throw I'm off for the most part A dog with an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, me Mozart My nightlife's a soap opera With two chicks it's Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies "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, hold the Just put your up if you know the song Brown - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling 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 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 them, damn, I'm killing them I know feeling me now