[Chris Brown - If feelin' fresh in the buildin' your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, damn I'm em I they feelin' me And if your too in the building Take hand; hold it high to the ceilin' 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 here with a lifestyle you would fo' Still here with the same shoes I had on from the get go out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that 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 floor What would you do in the middle of the When the sun down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my brother was always I go to school in his clothes, when I did go So that's why now this the type of life that I for Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I 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 this Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's 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 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 hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know they me now [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop Flow airtight no Ziploc Get pop when my shit drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top I belong, it won't be long 'Til you hear me on a B.o.B chick gettin' my skeet on To touch the of my feet, G You're gon' have to get your 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 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, wipe it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and filled How you [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 killing 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 them I know feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds And I'm still here the same team, nigga stay down Still here for the east Ain't a thing change but the bank Hands high when I 'round Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, down And I go hard, my passport's like a Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe your whole squad the soul of a soldier But even still I don't 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, call me My nightlife's a soap opera With two chicks like Noah's ark They got nice with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!" From a child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas truck no park So no applause, hold the Just put hand up if you know the song [Chris Brown - If feeling fresh in the building Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling 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 killing them, damn, I'm them I know feeling me now