[Verse 1: Son Scotty]
I'm glad 2013 is gone and dead
All the stupid shit I bought cost an arm and a leg
But I stayed fed out in Niagara Falls
Me and my dad, step mom lil bro my majority clan
But I went to school
Stayed alive
Last semester almost broke a fuckin 3.5
This one I hit the 2 6
Imagine my face when I saw it my nigga
I was too sick
Stayed focused on college
Well damn I didn't do it
I was playing too many madden games
And smoking too much budah
In the man cave to realize my homework was due
Ummm
Lets flash to January
Bitches eatin' tampons
That's the moment I knew this generation lost its damn mind
Vine took off
Crackas blew up a marathon
Then tried to blame it on some nationalist from fuckin kazakhstan
My flow is the bomb, yes, atom
Son Scotty on Instagram now you can add em
Twitter you can follow em
Facebook you can friend me
But I don't do Pintrest, so you could never pin me
Entered DFUOB I didn't win B
Got 94 votes like the year I was born in
Soundcloud General, helped a lot of people out
Lots owed me money so I cut a lot of people outta my will
You niggas is funny like Ferrell
Some of you rap to get YSL apparel
Worked with a couple artist
Shout out my homie Black tho
I did a song with Art B, you can ask him where it's at though
I met some local artists, Kid Sparxx, Paul Athoe
I'm getting deeper in the scene hell yeah I can feel it now
The only you can see me is to dig, but I'm not Chairman Mao
Cause I took Japanese, Ohayoo Gozaimasu
I got a B+ in that class
Wonder what I got on my exam, I don't care
Shit I still passed
Void of emotion was my theme this year
Kid Cudi made me realize I had to switch up my gears
No Marcus Fenix, I didn't get the game
But Judgement was passed
They tried to offend I was laughing at they ass
And at work I hit the floor like a lateral pass
And found out, everybody talk about each other so bad
And put a facade like Roman buildings
I want a trillion but first I want a million
So I can stunt on the ones who said I wouldn't be shit
And throw 50 thousand in snobby bitches faces
And when I spit, I get elated
I'll smoke my green I let y'all hit the vape and the hookah
I don't see how the shit is cool bruh
DJ'd my first party got funky like the Kubla, Kahn
And I had my Scotty merch on
But they wasn't dancing with a star no Tom Bergeron
I been working y'all you could call me Pat Sajak
My mommas boyfriend came and went and came and went
And he been gone since the summer
I ain't seen the nigga since
And last year me Steve, Jamale, and ACE got tighter
I still remember all the times we didn't have a lighter
Listening to tapes everyday made me a better writer
The dudes from Jims never hit me up for the cypher
That wasn't very book of you
Tried to make me look like a fool
But any who I keep it moving
You know how I do
I said goodbye to my nigga Will from high school
And he ain't die he just moved away
Atlanta where he stay
Me and ACE got the Wolves Den poppin
You can hit us on YouTube and see us chopping it up
With your favorite locals talking about goals and inspirations
And watching them go postal on the mic like Paula Dean
And what she said was so mean
But it wasn't meaner than what K-Mart did to you jeans
These bitch boys playing the knock out game
Fuck Conrad Barrett
George Zimmerman
The government
I don't like democrats or republicans
So fuck em all no latex or rubber ring
Shout Out to J Beibs and Miley Cyrus for making the news for all the wrong reasons
I guess it was stupid season
I'm not hatin y'all getting paper and breezing
And I'm here sharing my gift
Tis' the season
And I do this shit here for my own reasons
Fuck
Bitches and fame, shit I really don't need em
And I started with the Bojack Flow, to Receipt Freestyles
Then I stepped out Au Revoir Versace Karate to my NT Free
No projects, oh I did drop a bad EP
And I don't regret that so it's progression you see
Me and my music moving making mass movements and we meshing you see
You a mole rat and a digging hawk that's me
You dogs can't bark like me
You pussies climb up a tree
And I know a detective when I see one like Barnaby
In the storm fake people get tarnished you see
You see, you see, you see, you see, you see, you see
What I mean?
Black people kill each other for some sneakers my G
And wonder why we're treated so damn differently
(Lets Hear It)
[Outro: Son Scotty]
You wanna blame the white man, for holding you down?
When you won't even apply for jobs posted all around the town
Plus you continue the lightskin darkskin shit
And think it's cool
You're just segregating yourself fool
White look out for white
And 'ricans look out for 'ricans
And blacks stab each other in the back
What's the reason?
I'm toasting off 2013 hoping 2014, has a better meaning
Then what I've seen
