[Chris Brown - If anybody feelin' in the buildin' Take your hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I know they 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 they feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a lifestyle you kill fo' Still here the same shoes that I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of that didn't know And I'm never that to find because 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was broke That's why I got so hustles Broke man from the fifth What would you do in the of the winter When the sun goes down and it cold? Growin' up in a house with no 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 I would vomit I throw up on myself 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 life chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [Chris - 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 they feeling me now And if you too 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 [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my Flow with no Ziploc Get shit pop my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top Where I belong, it be long you hear me on a B.o.B song Some chick gettin' my 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 Bernie money, dawg Got killers paid off it all I got the juice, you place a call And we a call to who place a call get your part and not too hard I disregard you say up the trunk and pass 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 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 killing I know feeling me now And if you too in the building 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 [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black whip from the clouds And I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay here for the east side Ain't a thing change but the bank high when I come 'round Cause I'm killin this nigga, hands down And I go hard, my passport's like a Give a fuck if I'm solo, go toe-to-toe with your whole squad With the soul of a But even still I want no parts And no niggas with no You cocksuckers need throw I'm throwed off for the part A dog with an old bark Flow dumb, but I'm so I compose art, me Mozart My nightlife's like a opera With two chicks like Noah's ark They got nice with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!" From a poor child to on top a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas with no park So no applause, hold the Just put your 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 your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I know they me now