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Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Elevator broke so we built our own climb
Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Took the stairs so long that my legs don't tire
Who made it out? (Me!) Who made it out? (Me!)
Every flight I ran is a bar in my mouth
Stairwell smell like bleach and somebody's dinner
Third floor, Miss Pat, she gon' feed you if you thinner
Fifth floor, the light been out since I was eleven
Learned to count the steps in the dark, there's forty-seven (count 'em)
Lost Dre in the lobby, never made it to the grass
They put a candle by the mailbox, nobody walk past
I ain't rappin' 'bout the smoke 'cause the smoke took my friends
I'm rappin' 'bout the roof, how the city look from ten
Mama worked the hospital, doubles, then the bus
Came home, soaked her feet, never said a word to us
So I don't do the cryin', I just do the math
Every show is one month's rent that she ain't gotta ask
Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Elevator broke so we built our own climb
Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Took the stairs so long that my legs don't tire
They want me talkin' reckless, they want bodies in the verse (nah)
I seen what that cost and I ain't payin' for the hearse
Got little cousins listenin', they know every word
So I'ma tell 'em how to leave, not how to get served
Landlord never fixed it but he never missed the first
Now I'm lookin' at the building like "how much is it worth?" (how much?)
That ain't a flex, that's a plan, I want the deed and the keys
Fix the elevator first, name the lobby after Dre's
They said the ones like me don't see twenty-one
I'm twenty with a lawyer and a fund. Watch me run.
Forty-seven steps.
I can do 'em with my eyes closed.
Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Elevator broke so we built our own climb
Building 6! (Six!) Ninth floor! (Nine!)
Took the stairs so long that my legs don't tire
Who made it out? (Me!) Who made it out? (Me!)
Now I'm comin' back down with the keys. Building 6!
Chicago bred, Brooklyn hardened. Drill music with no filter. The streets talk through him.