[Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the buildin' Take your hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I they feelin' me And if too fresh in the building Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' 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 you would kill fo' Still here 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 that hard to find because 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz then I was this broke why I got so many hustles Broke man from the floor What you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes and it gets cold? 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 why now this the type of life that I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man some I would vomit I would throw up on myself cause I was so to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel with my y'all, I'm close Spent my whole life chasin' chips, Nabisco? My past memories, I those Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [Chris - Chorus] 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 killing 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 them I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop airtight with no Ziploc Get shit pop when my shit No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back 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 touch the of my feet, G You're 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 Madoff money, dawg Got paid off with it all I got the juice, you place a call And we place a call to who a call Don't get your part and not too I disregard you say Back up the trunk and the buck Here's I'm stoppin' today Got all on me, homie wipe it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and filled How you Brown - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building 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 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 know feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black whip the strange clouds And I'm here with the same team, nigga stay down Still here for the east Ain't a thing change but the bank 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, I'll go toe-to-toe with your squad With the of a soldier But even still I don't want no And no with no hearts You cocksuckers need guards I'm throwed off for the most A dog with an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I art, call me Mozart My nightlife's like a soap With two like it's 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 truck no park So no applause, the applause Just put your hand up if you the song [Chris Brown - 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 them 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 they feeling me now