| Verse One
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| I used to live up on the 5th floor, my view was mediocre
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| Feeling like I was piss poor, back then I wasn’t smoking
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| Got everything to live for, I kept my windows open
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| Pops was knocking on this door
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| Said «can I have a moment just to send you to this store?»
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| Sometimes I wasn’t busy, other times I was occupied
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| But still would do it quickly, then return with my knapsack
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| Then go inside my room, put my computer on Blackchat
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| And talk to women way before there’s Insta and Snapchat
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| I met a couple chicks and so I’m trying to convince them
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| That they should come link me til' I met this Egyptian
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| And she would be my girl until we ran out of steam yo'
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| Cos she was immature, it’s like we wasn’t a team yo'
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| So focused on my music that was only my dream yo'
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| I worked with Sus and Dukus and recorded some ill shit
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| And bought so many records on some Jazz and and some chill shit
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| I’m 5 floors up and I’m killin' it
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| 5th floor (x4)
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| Verse Two
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| TV was my life when I was up on the 5th Floor
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| Until I asked the question, «why I’m watching all this for?»
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| My mind is being filled with all the medias ideas
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| I stopped and saw the things I could achieve in like 5 years
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| I started working harder, I’m recording like all day
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| My Pops complaining bout' the vinyl stacked in the hallway
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| My telephone is ringing, people constantly calling
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| Sometimes they come and chill with me til' four in the morning
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| I’m thinking back to 1995, it was crazy yo'
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| I heard my music playing for the first time on radio
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| It was Friday Night Flava’s, DJ 279 and dem'
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| It gave me the momentum, one more time, one more time again
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| The quickest at reloading when it came to this rap game
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| The radio was pivotal in spreading my rap name
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| I had a couple groupies trying to get in my space quick
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| But intellect aroused me and I found em' quite basic
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| Still I’m 5 floors up and I’m killin' it
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| 5th floor (x4) |