[Chris - Chorus] If anybody feelin' fresh in the Take your hand; it high to the ceilin' right now And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I know feelin' me And if too fresh in the building Take your hand; hold it high to the ceilin' now And say damn I'm killin' em, I'm killin' em I they feelin' me now [B.o.B] And I'm here 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 didn't And I'm never that to find because 420 is my ZIP code But back then couldn't get dro, cuz back I was this broke That's why I got so hustles Broke man from the floor What would you do in the middle of the When the sun down and it gets cold? up in a house with no stove No doors, no walls, no And my brother was fresher I would go to in his clothes, when I did go So why now this the type 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 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 memories, I miss those Hey, all I can say is you get what you for Brown - Chorus] If anybody feeling fresh in the your hand, hold it high to the ceiling 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 hand, hold 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 Flow airtight no Ziploc Get shit pop when my drop No hip-hop, Tip hop I'm back at the tip top Where I belong, it 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 reach on I'm up all the way high, all the way fly On the and I'm off the radar Bernie Madoff money, Got paid off with it all I got the juice, you place a call And we a call to who place a call Don't get your and not too hard I disregard you say Back up the trunk and the buck Here's where I'm 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 - Chorus] If anybody feeling fresh in the 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 to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm them, damn, I'm killing them I know they me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a whip from the strange clouds And I'm still here with the same team, stay down here for the east side Ain't a thing change but the bank Hands high when I come I'm killin this shit nigga, hands down And I go hard, my passport's a postcard Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go with your whole squad With the of a soldier But even still I don't no parts And no niggas with no You cocksuckers need throw I'm throwed off for the part A dog with an old bark Flow dumb, but I'm so I art, call me Mozart My nightlife's a soap opera With two chicks like 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 the song Brown - 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 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 they me now