Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Arena, artist - T.I.. Album song A Changed Man, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2013
Record label: Harlem king entertainment
Song language: English
Arena |
| 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 |
| 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? |
| 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 sh*t, fix the plumbing |
| Feel with my y’all, I’m this close |
| Spent my whole life chasin' sh*t, 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 sh*t pop when my sh*t drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hop |
| 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, some chick gettin' 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 stoppin' today |
| Got swag all on me, homie, can’t wipe it away we too ill, ill |
| That’s how we got arenas, dumps, and stadiums feel |
| 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 with 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 killin this sh*t nigga, hands down |
| And I go hard, my passport’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 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 bike a gas truck with no park |
| So no applause, hold the applause |
| Just put your hand up if you know the song |
| 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 |
| 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 |