[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