[Chris - Chorus] If feelin' fresh in the buildin' Take 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 fresh in the Take your hand; hold it high to the right now And say damn I'm em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm here with a lifestyle you would kill fo' Still here with the same shoes I had on from the get go Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia; for any of ya'll that didn't 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 That's why I got so hustles Broke man the fifth floor would you do in the middle of the winter When the sun goes and it gets cold? Growin' up in a house no stove 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 this the type of life that I for Comin' up as a youngin', man nights I would vomit I throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the Feel with my y'all, I'm close my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? My past memories, I those Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [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 they feeling me now And if you too in the building 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 [T.I] go, hey I'm off my pit-stop Flow 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 hear me on a B.o.B Some chick my skeet on To touch the of my feet, G You're gon' have to get reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the and I'm off the radar Madoff money, dawg Got killers 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 what you say Back up the trunk and pass the where I'm stoppin' today Got all on me, homie wipe it away we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums How you [Chris Brown - If anybody feeling 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 know they 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 feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds And I'm still here with the team, nigga stay down Still here for the side a thing change but the bank account Hands high I come 'round Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands And I go hard, my like a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe your whole squad With the of a soldier But still I don't want no parts And no with no hearts You cocksuckers throw guards I'm throwed off for the part A young dog with an old Flow dumb, but I'm so I compose art, call me My nightlife's like a opera With two like it's Noah's ark They got nice dresses with no with good bodies like "Oh God!" a poor child to on top like a mohawk But I new I'd go far a gas truck with no park So no applause, hold the put your hand up if you know the song [Chris - Chorus/Outro] If anybody feeling 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 And if you too 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 know they me now