[Chris - Chorus] If anybody feelin' in the buildin' Take your hand; hold it to the ceilin' right now And say I'm killin' em, damn I'm killin' em I know they me And if your too fresh in the Take hand; 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' 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 that hard to find because 420 is my ZIP code But then couldn't get dro, cuz back then I was this broke That's why I got so hustles Broke man from the fifth 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 school in his clothes, I did go So that's why now this the type of life I live for up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit I would throw up on cause I was so sick to my stomach Now I'm the shit, fix the with my y'all, I'm this close Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's My memories, I miss those Hey, all I can say is you get what you for [Chris - Chorus] If anybody 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 they me now And if you too in the building Take your hand, it high to the ceiling right now And say damn, I'm killing them, damn, I'm killing I know feeling me now [T.I] go, hey I'm fresh off my airtight with 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 gettin' my skeet on To the sole of my feet, G You're have to get your 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, could you a call And we place a call to who a call get your part and not too hard I what you say up the trunk and pass the buck Here's where I'm today Got all on me, homie Can't wipe it we too ill, ill That's how we got arenas, domes, and filled How you Brown - Chorus] If anybody feeling 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 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 they feeling me now [B.o.B] And I'm still here with a black from the strange clouds And I'm still here the same team, nigga stay down Still here for the side Ain't a thing change but the account Hands high I come 'round Cause I'm killin this 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 want no And no niggas no hearts 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, me Mozart My nightlife's like a soap With two chicks like it's ark They got nice dresses with no with good bodies like "Oh God!" From a poor child to on top a mohawk But I new I'd go far Like a gas truck with no So no applause, hold the put your hand up if you know the song [Chris Brown - If anybody feeling in the building Take your hand, hold it 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 them, damn, I'm killing them I they feeling me now