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lirik lagu b o b - arena (killin em)

if anybody feeling fresh in the building
take your hand hold it high to the ceiling right now
and say d-mn i’m killing them
d-mn i’m killing them
i know they feeling me now
and if you’re too fresh in the building
then take your hand hold it high to the ceiling right now
(right now)
and say d-mn i’m killing them
d-mn 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
my 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?
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
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 sh-t fix the plumbing
feel with me y’all i’m this close
spent my whole life chasin’ chips
where’s nabisco?
my past memories i miss those
hey all i can say is
you get what you wish for

and i’m still here with a black whip
full of strange clouds
and i’m still here with the same team
n-gg-r 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 sh-t n-gg-r hands down
and i go hard my p-ssport’s like a postcard
give a f-ck 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 n-gg-rs with no hearts
you c-cksuckers 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

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