Arena
T.I. Lyrics


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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
But 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 shit, fix the plumbing
Bare with my 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

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 shit pop when my shit 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
Beg your pardon, I'm 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, domes, 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 in 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

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

Overall Meaning

The song "Arena" by T.I. is a celebration of his success and his current status as a prominent figure in the music industry. The lyrics are about T.I.'s journey to fame, from his humble beginnings in Atlanta to the top of the rap game. The song is also about self-confidence and feeling proud of one's achievements.


The first verse opens with T.I. encouraging people to celebrate their success and acknowledge their own accomplishments. He then talks about his own journey to success, highlighting the struggle and hard work that got him to where he is today. He also mentions how he never forgets where he came from and that he is still the same person he was before his fame.


The second verse sees T.I. asserting his dominance in the rap game, declaring that he is back on top and not going anywhere. He also boasts about his wealth and success and his ability to handle any competition that comes his way. He also includes witty wordplay and metaphors in his rhymes, showcasing his skills as a rapper.


Overall, "Arena" is a song about T.I.'s journey to success and his pride in his accomplishments. It is a celebration of self-confidence and self-worth, and a reminder to never forget where you came from.


Line by Line Meaning

If anybody feeling fresh in the building
If anyone is full of positive energy here


Take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
Raise your hand to the roof right at the moment


And say damn I'm killing them, damn I'm killing them
And say proudly that I'm making a great impact here


I know they feeling me now
I realize that they're starting to notice me now


And if you too fresh in the building
And if you're also full of positive energy here


Then take your hand, hold it high to the ceiling right now
Raise your hand to the top right now


And I'm still here with a lifestyle you would kill for
I'm here with a lifestyle that many people would kill for


Still here with the same shoes that I had on from the get-go
I still wear the same shoes I used to wear from the beginning


Straight out of Atlanta, Georgia, for any of y'all that didn't know
I'm from Atlanta, Georgia, in case anyone was unaware


And I'm never that hard to find because 420 is my zip code
420 is my zip code so I'm not hard to locate


But back then couldn't get dro, 'cause back then I was this broke
But I couldn't afford marijuana back then because I was really poor


That's why I got so many hustles, bruh man from the fifth floor
That's why I have so many jobs, buddy from fifth floor


What would you do in the middle of the winter
What would you do in the winter season


When the sun goes down and it gets cold?
When the sun sets and temperature drops?


Growin' up in a house with no stove, no doors, no walls, no windows
Growing up in a house without a stove and proper doors, walls and windows


And my brother was always fresher
And my brother was always more stylish than me


I would go to school in his clothes, when I did go
I used to go to school in his clothes with when I went to school


So that's why now this the type of life that I live for
That's why nowadays I love this kind of life


Comin' up as a youngin', man some nights I would vomit
Growing up as a child, sometimes I felt so queasy that I would vomit


I would throw up on myself 'cause I was so sick to my stomach
I threw up on myself because I was so uncomfortable


Now I'm the shit, fix the plumbing
Now I'm great at what I do, I even fix plumbing issues


Bare with my y'all, I'm this close
Please be patient with me, I'm almost there


Spent my whole life chasin' chips, where's Nabisco?
I've spent all my life chasing money, where is Nabisco?


My past memories, I miss those
I miss my past memories sometimes


Hey, all I can say is you get what you wish for
All I can say is you get what you ask for in life


I'm fresh off my pit stop, flow airtight with no Ziploc
I just took a brief break, now my flow is perfect and unstoppable


Get shit pop when my shit drop, no hip-hop, this Tip hop
The moment my music is released, it becomes famous and it's not just any hip-hop, it's Tip hop


I'm back standin' at the tip top where I belong, it won't be long
I'm back at the very top where I belong and I'm not leaving anytime soon


'Til you hear me on a B.o.B song, some chick gettin' my skeet on
Until you hear me on a B.o.B song, getting some women interested


To touch the sole of my feet, G you gon' have to get your reach on
You will have to stretch to touch my feet


I'm up all the way high, all the way fly on the ground and I'm off the radar
I'm up way up high in the air and in real life, I'm not visible


Bernie Madoff money, dawg got killers paid off with it all
I have a lot of money just like Bernie Madoff that I use to pay off killers


I got the juice, could you place a call and we place a call to who place a call
I have the power, and when I make a call, people will answer and do what I say


Beg your pardon, I'm too hard, I disregard what you say
I'm too tough to care about what you say


Back up the trunk and pass the buck, here's where I'm stoppin' today
I have stopped by this point with my trunk and everything


Got swag all on me, homie, can't wipe it away we too ill, ill
I've got too much swag to wipe it away, we're too ill and unique


That's how we got arenas, domes, and stadiums feel
That's how we get people to fill up arenas, domes, and stadiums


How you feel?
How are you feeling right now?


And I'm still here in a black whip full of strange clouds
I'm still here, driving around in a black car and smoking weed


And I'm still here with the same team, nigga stay down
I'm still with the same team and they've been loyal


Still here for the east side, ain't a thing change but the bank account
I'm still here for the east side and the only thing that has changed is my bank account


Hands high when I come 'round 'cause I'm killin' this shit nigga, hands down
When I'm around, people raise their hands high because I'm the best


And I go hard, my passport's like a postcard
I work really hard, and I travel a lot as shown by my passports full of stamps


Give a fuck if I'm solo, I'll go toe to toe with your whole squad
It doesn't matter if I'm alone, I can fight a whole team by myself


With the soul of a soldier but even still I don't want no parts
Even though I have the mentality of a soldier, I still don't want to be involved


And no niggas with no hearts, you cocksuckers need throat guards
I don't want to deal with people who don't have any hearts and/or people who talk too much


I'm throwed off for the most part, a young dog with an old bark
I'm a little strange but I'm still very talented


Flow dumb, but I'm so smart, I compose art, call me Mozart
I may seem silly sometimes but I'm actually very smart and my music is art


My nightlife's like a soap opera with two chicks like it's Noah's ark
My nightlife is like a soap opera with so many women that it's a bit ridiculous but also fun


They got nice dresses with no bras with good bodies like "Oh God!"
They're wearing really pretty dresses without bras and their bodies are amazing


From a poor child to on top like a mohawk
From being really poor to being on top and successful


But I always knew I'd go far, like a gas truck with no park
I always knew that I would succeed just like a gas truck with no brakes


So no applause, hold the applause
So there's no need to applaud


Just put your hand up if you know the song
Just raise your hand if you know the song




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Bobby Ray Jr. Simmons, Lukasz Gottwald, Henry Russell Walter, Clifford Joseph Jr. Harris

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Comments from YouTube:

@aidanreed6610

Vintage B.o.B, definitely miss this era.

@piotr477

me too.

@GabrielAugusto-ef1kj

B.o.b é o cara

@MambaZay

Yup idk how this song is not that popular... Chris brown and t.i on one song together? Yup, only 1 million views.. SMFH

@iamtonearmz6219

Fuck you cuz this was only an audio not an actual video! SMH on you XP!

@king...675

Nostalgia

@butterfly26505

Breezy makes every tune better, that’s an undeniable fact! Chris Brown’s voice is magnetic. I’m drawn to every song he sings a note in.

@MYNiqqa-qw1my

I think most of B.o.B fans anticipated a music video for this song.  

@JabbyandMabby101

Ya I'm waiting

@CrayCrayProds

still waiting

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