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Lyrics from Snippet Whatever happened to happy? We been depressed since we turned eighteen years old I been told that it get tougher with time and the brightest days are behind ya' Not that you need a reminder, spend whole lives tryna re-wire My state of mind is influenced by what's around me (What's around) I'm twenty-two, and it never been sh*t around me I'm used to livin' with granny, it's rarely food in the pantry I never been to the beach, thought they did that sh*t in Miami I read a book my dad delivered me 'Bout financial stability, and how not to think cynically But you know them city streets get ahold of you mentally And before you know it, you got a face tat' Before you pour it, you gotta make rap Before you homeowner, you gotta pay back School loans until you homeless Askin' yo' mom "Is it okay for you to stay a lil' while longer?" I'm a product of the corner, and I never hear the coroner But I watch the kids I hoop with take a timeout (Time) You from where I'm from, then you know what that line 'bout Remember my uncle would ask me what I'm cryin' 'bout Honestly, I never knew, it just felt like somethin' to do I was in my head so much I saw every scenario All this temptation around, like what Otis and Eddie wrote My eyes got wide like Betty Boop, my people dodgin' federal This year, I been through Hell and back, it feel like I been here before (Uh) So I focus like a fashionista goin' on a shoppin' spree Potent like a bag of reefer reekin', you could cop a peek I'm here 'cause I gotta be, not a choice, it's not optional My father say for him to live his dream out, that he gotta go That was the first time I lost my best friend, and I was four I didn't think that'd be foreshadowin' at how my life would go Cried 'til I was five and a half and the time that'll pass I never held it against him, because I understand In camp, I was outcasted 'cause I ain't had the LeBrons Lookin' at all these suburban kids like "f**k out of here, Joe, y'all really doin' too much" Don't want them callin' your mom over and ruin her lunch Don't want no problems? I suggest you be cooler to us Don't hear no honesty in rap, it's just hootin' and such From school to the bus back home, we knew what the f**k you own I ignored everything around, pretended I was alone
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