What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
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I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
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Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
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But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with,
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Soo what up cousina¢æ|
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How you been, homie?
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What it is, homie?
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Without you here, your family feel lonly
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But it's all good cousin, we gone carry on
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Although it seems so unfair your gone
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People nowadays neva focus on the positives
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Cause life nows only good when the guap is big
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They talkin shit, hatin for no reason,
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Haters is stupida¢æ|baby my flow, leave'em
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So confused cause they all up bout this dumb shit
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Lisa said she love it and the other shit is rubish
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So ima make my time here worth it, real god for you
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Lookin' back like theres nothin I couldn't do
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And theres nothin that I wouldn't do to bring you back
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Poetry, heart an soul singin rap, I've been thinkin that i
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Found my passion rappin bout the future in an old school fashion
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What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
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I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
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Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
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But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with,
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Soo what up cousina¢æ|
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They say my style ain't different, I'm just like every body else
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They say my pitches gotta change up, but all those people is
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Just hatin cause they don't know how to love theyself
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Mad when someone bring my name up
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An its unfortunate cause I'm just here comin from the heart
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Shit, I'm just tryna find somethin for the market
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An I ain't sayin that I'm from the worst hardships, but
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My life ain't no walk in the park, its been a shark pit,
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Dark with no harvest, drivin in a car but cant find a place to park it
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I got some people that I really need to talk with,
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That musta been what got this shit started
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Theres been some people that I haven't said goodbye to
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But my life gotta go on, an it don't mean that we forget
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Because we dedicate our lives to, thats why I wrote this fuckin song
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What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
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I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
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Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
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But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with,
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Soo what up cousina¢æ|
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Shits real out there, ain't nobody playin' round
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I got some bangers an some druggies that I hang around
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Erry body does their own thing and you can find me
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On the corner makin money when its snowing,
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I sell a lil weed, get my pockets fat
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But I talk to cats who be movin lots of crack
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It ain't the good life, it ain't the bad, its just makin the best of what we have
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I'll put the dollars down an move into the lab
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Thats how much I want this music shit to last,
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An some days I feel its movin to fast
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Schools gone pass, not rememberin' a class,
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Start to leave, before you know its time to grow up
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Focus on the real try not to get ya hopes up
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So far I've had some hard work an a lil luck
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Some make it to the money, I ain't gone give it up
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What up cousin, how are you feelin'?,
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I heard that you been raised high above the ceilin',
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Just makin music, I hope you feel it,
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But now I got a couple things that I gotta deal with,
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Soo what up cousina¢æ|
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What Up Cousin
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Mac Miller |