Son Scotty - 4:20 2 R3FL3CT lyrics

[Verse 1: Son Scotty] I'm glad 2013 is gone and dead All the stupid sh** 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 f**in 3.5 This one I hit the 2 6 Imagine my face when I saw it my n***a 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 b**hes 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 f**in 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 n***as 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 cla** Wonder what I got on my exam, I don't care sh** I still pa**ed 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 pa**ed They tried to offend I was laughing at they a** And at work I hit the floor like a lateral pa** 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 sh** And throw 50 thousand in snobby b**hes 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 sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a 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 b**h boys playing the knock out game f** Conrad Barrett George Zimmerman The government I don't like democrats or republicans So f** 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 sh** here for my own reasons f** b**hes and fame, sh** 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 ma** 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 k** 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 sh** 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