[Chris Brown - If anybody feelin' in the buildin' 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 And if your too in the building Take your hold it high to the ceilin' 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 here a lifestyle you would kill fo' Still here with the same shoes that I had on the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll didn't 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 fifth would you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes and it gets cold? Growin' up in a house with no 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 nights I vomit I would throw up on myself I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the with my y'all, I'm this close Spent my life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I those Hey, all I can say is you get you wish for Brown - Chorus] 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 them 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 they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my airtight with no Ziploc Get pop when my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm standin' at the tip top I belong, it won't be long 'Til you me on a B.o.B song Some chick my skeet on To the sole of my feet, G gon' 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 off with it all I got the juice, could you a call And we place a call to who place a get your part and not too hard I disregard you say Back up the trunk and pass the Here's I'm stoppin' today 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 your hand, hold 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 in the building Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds And I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay here for the east side Ain't a thing change but the account Hands high when I come I'm killin this shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my like a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole With the of a soldier But even I don't want no parts And no niggas no hearts You cocksuckers need guards I'm off for the most part A young dog with an old Flow dumb, but I'm so I compose art, me Mozart My nightlife's like a 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 no park So no applause, the applause Just put your hand up if you know the [Chris Brown - If feeling 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 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 they me now