[Hook: Quadeca] 2016 was a bad year, yeah 2016 was a bad year And even though we've grown from our past fear '16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah
[Verse: Quadeca] Well I guess that I'm back here Got a feeling that it's that clear So much change, I been feeling like a cashier Man, this last year was a mother fucking trap full of bad peers Well looking back, then I guess I laugh at it Just kids making trouble in their math classes Just kids making trouble 'till its past savage And they turning into fat addicts with some bad habits I'm too concerned with fat asses and rack-stacking Tha-that's just the material bullshit I put on my rap album Tryna chase the feeling, gotta fucking trap-n-pack em We got glass matching and I'm thinking "How does that happen?" Kid brings his fucking backpack and I'm like, "That's massive" Bottles, I can see the bottom with the max glasses Act natural, got some fucking grass patches This shit's a whole new world I'm like Aladdin Damn, Its a straight up double movie Man, this shit is so unruly Damn, I'm feeling hella groovy Feeling hella stupid this is hella boujee Getting to escape from it all That's just the way that you ball Yeah getting to escape from it all Well, it feels great 'till you fall They be saying "You the man!" This is dope bro I'm like "Hell yeah", but I'm thinking 'bout what happens when I go home To my family and know that they don't know Shit that's a no-go, guess I'm going solo But now I'm getting paranoid Look at what I've fucking done to go repaid a void Thinking, what if my parents really got to know Go silent, here a knock at the door, shit
[Hook: Quadeca] 2016 was a bad year, yeah 2016 was a bad year And even though we've grown from our past fear '16 was a pretty fuckin' bad year, yeah
[Verse 2: Quadeca] If ignorance is bliss, I guess I pretend to be ignorant I guess I'm an idiot We live in a world where people pretend they ain't different Shit is getting ridiculous I won't spite you for tryna rock to somebody else's drum line for a spot in the lunch line But we gotta draw some line So many lines to cross, I see god in my Tees sometimes And I ain't even religious The power of these words is as real as existence Man, I feel it from a distance Fake friends leaving in an instant I guess it's plagued me for a minute I guess it's changed me for a year I guess it's made me who I am and I ain't gonna quit, frankly I'll stay right here Underrated, I haven't been respected Putting all this work and still be in the trenches Funny how rappers claim to be independent When their album got a hundred names in the credits Doing it by myself No co-signer Better bars than these rappers with their ghostwriters Who's gonna be famous? Well I'm the most likely But the city people don't like me, so they go bite me
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