Released: May 1, 2012

Featuring: T.I. Chris Brown

Songwriter: Dr. Luke Cirkut T.I. Chris Brown B.o.B

Producer: Cirkut Dr. Luke

[Chorus: Chris Brown & B.o.B]
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 (Right now)
And say damn, I'm killing them (Damn), damn, I'm killing them (Damn)
I know they feeling me now

[Verse 1: B.o.B]
And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill fo' (Brap!)
Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go (Yeah)
Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't know (East Side)
And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code (Haha, yeah)
But back then couldn't get dro (Nah) 'cause back then I was this broke (Yeah)
That's why I got so many hustles (Uh), bruh man from the fifth floor (Nah)
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 plumbin'
Bare with me y'all, I'm this close (This close)
Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco? (Where's Nabisco?)
My past memories, I miss those (Miss those)
Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for

[Chorus: Chris Brown & T.I.]
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 (Let's get it, let's go)
I know they feeling me now (Ayy)

[Verse 2: T.I.]
I'm fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc (Bah!)
Get shit pop when my shit drop (Bah!), no hip-hop, this Tip hop (Yeah)
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 (Ahh), some chick gettin' my skeet on (Skeet)
To touch the sole of my feet, G, you gon' have to get your reach on (Ah)
I'm up all the way high, all the way fly, on the ground, I'm off the radar
Bernie Madoff money, dawg, got killers paid off with it all
I got the juice (Hello), could you place a call and we place a call to who place a call (Go)
Don't get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you say (Yeah)
Back up the truck and pass the buck, here's where it's stoppin' 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
Ayy, how you feel?

[Chorus: Chris Brown & B.o.B]
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 (Damn right)
And if you too fresh in the building (In the building)
Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now (High, high, high, high)
And say damn, I'm killing them (Damn), damn, I'm killing them (Damn)
I know they feeling me now (Yeah)

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
And I'm still here in a black whip full of Strange Clouds (Full of Strange Clouds)
And I'm still here with the same team, nigga, stay down
Still here for the East Side, ain't a thang change but the bank 'count (East Side, ha!)
Hands high when I come 'round 'cause I'm killin' this shit nigga, hands down (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard (Ha)
Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad (Yes)
With the soul of a soldier but even still, I don't want no parts
And no niggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guards
I'm throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark (Woof)
Flow dumb, but I'm so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
My nightlife's like a soap opera with two chicks like it's Noah's ark
They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like, "Oh God" (Oh God)
From a poor child to on top like a mohawk (Ha)
But I always knew I'd go far like a gas truck with no park (No park)
So no applause (No applause), hold the applause
Just put your hand up if you know the song

[Chorus: Chris Brown & B.o.B]
If anybody feeling fresh in the building (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

B.o.B

Bobby Ray Simmons, Jr. has released over 21 bodies of work, that along with countless features, chart-toppers, and production-credits highlights just how hardworking this southeastern artist truly is.

His musical output began in 2007, releasing 3 projects that year, as well as the following year. Then, in 2009, B.o.B released B.o.B Vs. Bobby Ray, and was made an XXL Freshman, however he’d not even started to see success. That is, until the Bruno Mars assisted #1 single “Nothin' On You” was released – one of the many successful singles from his debut album B.o.B Presents The Adventures of Bobby Ray, which peaked at #1 on the Billboard Charts. The album also received favourable reviews and 5 Grammy nominations (one for “Airplanes, Pt 2 (feat. Eminem & Hayley Williams)” – Best Pop Collaboration with Vocals).

After this amount of success many would take a well-earned hiatus, but not B.o.B. Before 2010’s end he released his beloved mixtape No Genre. Less than a year later he released another well received mixtape, E.P.I.C. (Every Play is Crucial), which was composed of songs of the excess songs he couldn’t fit on his sophomore album, Strange Clouds.