2016 Was a Bad Year Quadeca

[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!