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What Up Cousin (R.I.P. Nick)What up, cousin, how're you feelin'?I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin' I'm just makin' music, I hope you feel it But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with So, what up, cousin? How you been, homie? What it is, homie? Without you here, your family feel lonely But it's all good, cousin, we gon' carry on Although it seems so unfair you're gone People nowadays never focus on the positives 'Cause life now only good when the guap is big They're talkin' shit, hatin' for no reason And haters is stupid Baby, my flow, leave 'em So confused 'cause they're all up 'bout this dumb shit Lisa said she love it and the other shit is rubbish So I'm 'a make my time here worth it, real good for you Lookin' back like there's nothin' I couldn't do And there's nothin' that I wouldn't do to bring you back Poetry, heart and soul singin' rap I've been thinkin' that I found my passion Rappin' 'bout the future in an old-school fashion What up, cousin, how're you feelin'? I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin' I'm just makin' music, I hope you feel it But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with So, what up, cousin? They say my style ain't different I'm just like everybody else They say my pitches gotta change up But all those people is just hatin' 'cause they don't know how to love their self Mad when someone bring my name up And it's unfortunate 'cause I'm just here comin' from the heart, shit I'm just tryna find somethin' for the market And I ain't sayin' that I'm from the worst hardships But my life ain't no walk in the park It's been a shark pit, dark with no harvest Drivin' in a car but can't find a place to park it I got some people that I really need to ball with That must've been what got this shit started There's been some people that I hadn't said goodbye to But my life gotta go on, and it don't mean that we forget Because we dedicate our lives to, that's why I wrote this fuckin' song What up, cousin, how are you feelin'? I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin' I'm just makin' music, I hope you feel it But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with So, what up, cousin? Shit's real out there, ain't nobody playin' 'round I got some bangers and some druggies that I hang around Everybody do their own thing And you can find me on the corner makin' money when it's snowing I sell a little weed, get my pockets fat But I talk to cats who be movin' lots of crack It ain't the good life, it ain't the bad, it's just makin' the best of what we have I'll put the dollars down and move into the lab That's how much I want this music shit to last And some days I feel it's movin' too fast Schools gon' pass, not remembering a class Suddenly before you know it's time to grow up Focus on the real, try not to get your hopes up So far I've had some hard work and a little luck Once I make it to the money, I ain't gon' give it up What up, cousin, how are you feelin'? I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin' I'm just makin' music, I hope you feel it But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with So, what up, cousin? |