| If anybody feeling fresh in the building
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| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And if you too fresh in the building
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| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And I’m still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
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| Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
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| Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y’all that didn’t know
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| And I’m never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code
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| My back then couldn’t get dro, cause back then I was this broke
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| That’s why I got so many hustles, Bruh man from the fifth floor
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| What would you do in the middle of the winter
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| When the sun goes down and it gets cold?
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| Growin' up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windows
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| And my brother was always fresher
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| I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go
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| So that’s why now this the type of life that I live for
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| Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit
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| I would throw up on myself cause I was so sick to my stomach
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| Now I’m the sh*t, fix the plumbing
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| Feel with my y’all, I’m this close
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| Spent my whole life chasin' sh*t, where’s Nabisco?
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| My past memories, I miss those
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| Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for
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| If anybody feeling fresh in the building
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| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And if you too fresh in the building
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| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| I’m fresh off my pit-stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc
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| Get sh*t pop when my sh*t drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hop
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| I’m back standin' at the tip top where I belong, it won’t be long
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| 'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin' my skeet on
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| To touch the sole of my feet, G you gon' have to get your reach on
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| I’m up all the way high, all the way fly on the ground and I’m off the radar
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| Bernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it all
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| I got the juice, could you place a call and we place a call to who place a call
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| Don’t get your part and not too hard, I disregard what you say
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| Back up the trunk and pass the buck, here’s where I’m stoppin' today
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| Got swag all on me, homie, can’t wipe it away we too ill, ill
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| That’s how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel
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| How you feel?
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| If anybody feeling fresh in the building
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| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And if you too fresh in the building
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| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And I’m still here with a black whip from the strange clouds
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| And I’m still here with the same team, nigga stay down
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| Still here for the east side, ain’t a thing change but the bank account
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| Hands high when I come 'round cause I’m killin this sh*t nigga, hands down
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| And I go hard, my passport’s like a postcard
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| Give a f*ck if I’m solo, I’ll go toe-to-toe with your whole squad
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| With the soul of a soldier but even still I don’t want no parts
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| And no niggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guards
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| I’m throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark
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| Flow dumb, but I’m so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
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| My nightlife’s like a soap opera with two chicks like it’s Noah’s ark
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| They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like «Oh God!»
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| From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
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| But I always knew I’d go far bike a gas truck with no park
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| So no applause, hold the applause
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| Just put your hand up if you know the song
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| If anybody feeling fresh in the building
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| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And if you too fresh in the building
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| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| If anybody feeling fresh in the building
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| Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now
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| And if you too fresh in the building
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| Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
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| And say damn I’m killing them, damn I’m killing them
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| I know they feeling me now |