[Chris Brown - 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 too fresh 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 know feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a lifestyle you kill fo' Still with the same shoes 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 then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this That's why I got so many Broke man from the floor What would you do in the middle of the the sun goes down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my was always fresher I go to school in his clothes, when I did go So that's why now this the type of life I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man some I would vomit I would throw up on cause I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel my y'all, I'm this close Spent my whole chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for [Chris - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building 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 to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know feeling me now [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my Flow airtight with no Get shit pop when my shit No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm standin' at the tip top Where I belong, it won't be 'Til you me on a B.o.B song chick 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 and I'm off the radar Bernie Madoff money, Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, you place a call And we place a call to who place a Don't get your part and not too I disregard you say up the trunk and pass the buck Here's where I'm stoppin' Got swag all on me, Can't wipe it we too ill, ill how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled How you [Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know feeling me now And if you too in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm here with a black whip from the strange clouds And I'm still here with the team, nigga stay down Still for the east side Ain't a change but the bank account Hands high when I 'round Cause I'm killin shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my like a postcard Give a if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad the soul of a soldier But even still I want no parts And no niggas no hearts You cocksuckers need throw I'm throwed off for the part A young dog with an old dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, call me My nightlife's like a opera With two chicks like it'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 with no park So no applause, hold the Just put hand up if you know the song Brown - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling fresh in the Take your hand, it high 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 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 they feeling me now