B.o.B. Arena feat. Chris Brown and T.I. from the album Strange Clouds

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

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

But back then couldn't get dro 'cause back then I was this broke

That's why I got so many hustles, bro man from the fifth floor

What would you do in the middle of the winter

When the sun goes down and it gets cold

Growing 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

Coming 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 chasing chips, where's Nabisco

My past memories, I miss those

Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

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

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, standing at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long

'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick getting my skeet on

To touch the sole of my feet, G you 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 stopping today

Got swag all on me, homie, can't wipe it away, we too ill, ill

That's how we got arenas, domes and stadiums filled, how you feel

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

And I'm still here in 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 killing this shit nigga, hands down

And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard