Arena
(专辑: Strange Clouds - 2012)
[Hook: 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 [Verse 1: 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? 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
younging, 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 [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] 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
truck 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? [Hook] [Verse 3: B.o.B] And I'm still here with a
black whip 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
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 throat 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 it's 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 knew I'd go far like a
gas truck with no park So no applause, hold the
applause Just put your hand up if you know the
song [Hook x2]