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