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    [Chris Brown]
    If anybody feeling fresh in the building
    Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now
    And if you too fresh in the building
    Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now

    [B.o.B]
    And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
    Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
    Straight out of atlanta, georgia
    For any of y'all that didn't know
    And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code
    My back then couldn't get dro, cause back then I was this broke
    That's why I got so many hustles
    Bruh man from the fifth floor
    What would you do in the middle of the winter
    When the sun goes down and it gets cold?
    Growin' up in a house with no stove
    No doors, no walls, no windows
    And my brother was always fresher
    I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go
    So that's why now this the type of life that I live for
    Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit
    I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach
    Now I'm the shit, fix the plumbing
    Feel with my y'all, I'm this close
    Spent my whole life chasin' shit, where's nabisco?
    My past memories, I miss those
    Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

    [Chris Brown]
    If anybody feeling fresh in the building
    Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now
    And if you too fresh in the building
    Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now

    [T.I.]
    Let's go, hey
    I'm fresh off my pit-stop
    Flow airtight with no ziploc
    Get shit pop when my shit drop
    No hip-hop, this tip hop
    I'm back standin' at the tip top
    Where I belong, it won't be long
    'til you hear me on a b.o.b song
    Some chick gettin' my skeet on
    To touch the sole of my feet, g
    You're gon' have to get your reach on
    I'm up all the way high, all the way fly
    On the ground and I'm off the radar
    Bernie madoff money, dawg
    Got killers paid off with it all
    I got the juice, could you place a call
    And we place a call to who place a call
    Don't get your part and not too hard
    I disregard what you say
    Back up the trunk and pass the buck
    Here's where I'm stoppin' today
    Got swag all on me, homie
    Can't wipe it away we too ill, ill
    That's how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel
    How you feel?

    [Chris Brown]
    If anybody feeling fresh in the building
    Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now
    And if you too fresh in the building
    Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now

    [B.o.B]
    And I'm still here with a black whip from the strange clouds
    And I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay down
    Still here for the east side
    Ain't a thing change but the bank account
    Hands high when I come 'round
    Cause I'm killin this shit nigga, hands down
    And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard
    Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
    With the soul of a soldier
    But even still I don't want no parts
    And no niggas with no hearts
    You cocksuckers need yo guards
    I'm throwed off for the most part
    A young dog with an old bark
    Flow dumb, but I'm so smart
    I compose art, call me mozart
    My nightlife's like a soap opera
    With two chicks like I'm noah's ark
    They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like "oh god!"
    From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
    But I always new I'd go far
    Like a gas truck with no bar
    So no applause, hold the applause
    Just put your hand up if you know the song

    [Chris Brown]
    If anybody feeling fresh in the building
    Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now
    And if you too fresh in the building
    Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now

    If anybody feeling fresh in the building
    Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now
    And if you too fresh in the building
    Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
    And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
    I know they feeling me now

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