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What up cousin, how are you feelin'?, I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin', Just makin music, I hope you feel it, But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with, Soo what up cousin... How you been, homie? What it is, homie? Without you here, your family feel lonly But it's all good cousin, we gone carry on Although it seems so unfair your gone People nowadays neva focus on the positives Cause life nows only good when the guap is big They talkin shit, hatin for no reason, Haters is stupid... baby my flow, leave'em So confused cause they all up bout this dumb shit Lisa said she love it and the other shit is rubish So I'm a make my time here worth it, real god 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 an 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 are you feelin'?, I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin', Just makin music, I hope you feel it, Letras de cancionesBut now I got a couple things that I gota deal with, Soo what up cousin... They say my style ain't different, I'm just like ery body else They say my pitches gota change up, but all those people is Just hatin cause they don't know how to love theyself Mad when someone bring my name up An it's unfortunate cause I'm just here comin from the heart Shit, I'm just tryna find somethin for the market An 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 talk with, That musta been what got this shit started There's been some people that I havn't said goodbye to But my life gota go on, an 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', Just makin music, I hope you feel it, But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with, Soo what up cousin... Shits real out there, ain't nobody playin' round I got some bangers an some druggies that I hang around Erry body does their own thing and you can find me On the corner makin money when it's snowing, I sell a lil 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 an move into the lab That's how much I want this music shit to last, An some days I feel it's movin to fast Schools gone pass, not rememberin a class, Start to leave, before you know it's time to grow up Focus on the real try not to get ya hopes up So far I've had some hard work an a lil luck Some make it to the money, I ain't gone giveit up What up cousin, how are you feelin'?, I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin', Just makin music, I hope you feel it, But now I got a couple things that I gota deal with, Soo what up cousin... From Letras Mania