2016 Was a Bad Year

[Part I] [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 1: Quadeca] Well, I guess that I'm back here Got a feelin' that it's that clear So much change, I been feelin' like a cashier Man, this last year Was a motherfuckin' trap full of bad peers Well, lookin' back, man, guess I laugh at it Just kids making trouble in they math classes Just kids making trouble till it's past savage And they turnin' into fat addicts with some bad habits I'm too concerned with fat asses and some rack-stackin' That that's just the material bullshit that I put on my rap album Tryna chase the feelin', gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin', "How would that happen?" Kid brings his fuckin' backpack and I'm like, "That's massive" Bottles, I can see the bottom with the max glasses Act natural, got some fuckin' grass patches This shit's a whole new world, I'm like Aladdin Damn, straight out of a movie Man, this shit is so unruly Damn, I'm feelin' hella groovy Feelin' hella stupid, this is hella boujee Gettin' to escape from it all Man, it's just the way that you ball, yeah Gettin' to escape from it all Really feels great till you fall They be sayin', "You the man! This is dope, bro!" I'm like "Hell yeah", but I'm thinkin' 'bout what happens when I go home See my family and know that they don't know Shit, that's a no-go, guess I'm goin' solo But now I'm gettin' paranoid Look at what I've fuckin' done to go repair a void Thinking, "What if my parents really got to know?" Go silent, hear a knock on the door- shit! [Interlude] *sounds of someone knocking on a door* [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 gettin' 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 leavin' 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 Put in 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 Doin' it by myself, no co-signer Better bars than these rappers with they ghostwriters Who's gonna be famous? Well, I'm the most likely But I see the'e people don't like me, so they go bite me [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 [Part II] [Outro: Quadeca] I'll pray, I'll pray, I'll pray, I'll pray And I don’t want to say That everything will be okay No way