[Chris - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the buildin' Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me And if your too in the building Take your hold it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I know feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a you would kill fo' Still here with the same shoes that I had on the get go out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't know And I'm never that hard to 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 What would you do in the of the winter the sun goes down and it gets cold? Growin' up in a with no stove 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 of life that I live for Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I vomit I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my Now I'm the shit, fix the with my y'all, I'm this close Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's My past memories, I miss Hey, all I can say is you get what you for Brown - Chorus] If anybody fresh in the building 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 And if you too fresh in the your 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 fresh off my Flow airtight no Ziploc Get shit pop when my 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 gettin' my on To touch the 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 Madoff money, dawg Got killers off with 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 what you say Back up the trunk and the buck Here's where I'm today Got all on me, homie Can't wipe it we too ill, ill how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums filled How you [Chris - Chorus] If anybody feeling 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 they 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 them, damn, I'm killing them 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 with the same team, nigga stay Still here for the east Ain't a thing change but the account Hands high when I 'round Cause I'm killin shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my passport's like a Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole With the soul of a But still I don't want no parts And no niggas with no You cocksuckers throw guards I'm off for the most part A young dog an old bark dumb, but I'm so smart I compose art, call me My nightlife's like a soap With two chicks like Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no with good bodies like "Oh God!" From a poor child to on top like a But I new I'd go far a gas truck with no park So no applause, hold the Just put your hand up if you the song [Chris - Chorus/Outro] If feeling 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 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 they me now