What Up Cousin – Mac Miller

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?