[Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the buildin' Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm em, damn 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 I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still with a lifestyle you would kill fo' here 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 that hard to find because 420 is my ZIP 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 of the winter When the sun goes and it gets cold? up in a house with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my brother was always I would go to school in his clothes, 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 would I would throw up on myself I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel with my y'all, I'm this my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get what you for 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 know feeling me now And if you too fresh in the Take your hand, hold it high to the right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm them I they feeling me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop airtight with no Ziploc Get shit pop 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 gettin' 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 ground and I'm off the Bernie Madoff money, Got paid off with it all I got the juice, could you a call And we place a call to who place a Don't get your and not too hard I what you say Back up the and pass the buck Here's where I'm today Got swag all on me, wipe it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums How you [Chris - Chorus] If feeling fresh in the building your 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, hold it high to the 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 from the strange And I'm still here the same team, nigga stay down Still for the east side Ain't a thing change but the account Hands when I come 'round Cause I'm this shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my like a postcard a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad With the of a soldier But even still I don't want no And no with no hearts You need throw guards I'm throwed off for the part A young dog an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, me Mozart My nightlife's like a soap With two chicks it's Noah's ark They got dresses with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!" From a poor child to on top like a But I new I'd go far Like a gas truck with no So no applause, hold the Just put your hand up if you know the Brown - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling 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 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