Samad Savage - Snapchat / 4EVR lyrics

Can't find a wifey, 'cause girls don't like me Live life in Spite me It's more than likely that if they could, they'd prolly snipe me Most likely they might would like me more If my height was slightly Taller than what I might be Man bite me These rappers hypebeasts I'm piping hot with these bars I spit They hard as sh** I swear the way I think make them think I'm crazy, lethargic sh** Retarded b**h, I'm at large with these bars Who hard as this? J-S.A.N.D is Tha Carter These other boys be like Barter 6 Only one thing's for certain, Son I ain't perfect Perfect my flow then I reject the hoes that didn't wanna work with Me, when I was working Realized they wasn't worth it They'd rather be up on social media laughing and t**ng But Here's a question that's worth the answer: Bruh was it really worth it? Bruh you look like you worked to plan it What's the circumstances? It's not off guard if you work the camera You was moving forward, but then I guess your inertia vanished They caught you slippin' You lost your vision Was lost and wishing Then went on a mission to get it back But it's lost for centuries Mental Imprisonment Listening to your friends again Wishing you wasn't in it But then again, You made the commitment Rage and Resentment filling your soul And the pain's consistent Tryna resist it But really resistance takes persistence So now you're stuck in a rut Keep f**ing it up The only feeling of freedom you get is when you bust a nut So what is up with up you Like why do people f** with you You tell them that you love them hope they love you too My third eye's hurting from never sleeping Capitalism creepin' I'm working weekend to weekend, weepin' We've been through ups and downs by not loving each other, wow How we gon' move forward If we can't go now, like man that's wild Y'all'd rather smile and work on your brows in your house For hours then take a shower, to put on snapchat crowns Snapchat clowns who make faces and fake frowns They play around and wait around til days are down I've seen these apps bring us down like it's gravity They think them dog filters cover bad personality It really don't, everybody Hella judgemental They look at physical appearance, and don't judge mental Went from snapbacks and tattoos to Snapchat and chat Nudes The bad news is that dudes Be rat dudes and chat fools And send your pictures everywhere-y You should be very worried It's very scary 'Cause them pics are never dead and buried [ 4EVR Intro: Nina Simone] My life has been much too rough Much too rough in this hot sun It's been too rough! I'm awfully bitter these days Because the only parents I know were slaves What do they call me? My name is... [J-S.A.N.D.] Yuh I just might come through and Ether sh** Just feel the heat I spit I gotcha speakers lit Be making beats and sh** Creating heat man I'm a beast and sh** They can't defeat the sh** They can't compete They're incomplete and sh** Oops, I mean Incompetent, but stop They still can't beat my sh** I be lowkey as sh** It's so discreet The flow is secretive I flow on beats and overflow the streets like every week with hits Oh Gee, did Me forget? I'm the OG S-A-N-D Man you don't make as much as me I'm counting fees Y'all countin' counterfeit This the revolution Creating the new resistance This revolution stay moving the movement move with persistence We alley oop and a**ist Swear my unit moves with precision Trying to multiply my goals and dreams We've got division We're wishing for better things We never be settling We're living life like it's golden Got medals and wedding rings Certificates and the trophies We're winning but keep it lowkey I put my hands in the game and I shook it like "Hokey Pokey" My music is for-ever Steady getting more better I'm so clever I teach the game like an old reverend Ten-toe stepper You've gotta know I'm a go-getter And a Goal Setter One day Imma play Cochella They don't know it's hot until they try it, like a Ghost Pepper I get your girl more wetter You just molest her Turn into a shooter for my gouda I need more cheddar Now who that said they wanna battle You should know better Stop all the madness Make it with magic Son my bars made of solid gold Rappers are plastic Don't need permission for decisions I'm make 'em all drastic Automatically a savage, I was born with a pa**ion They're mocking me with democracy They think i'm a fascist So I pa** the gas and smoke it down til it's ashes Y'all dab, hit hash Then y'all a**es be backwards That's a practical joke I practically don't have to practice Man these rappers slacking and I swear I'm always dropping heat When you listen to me, gotta rock, rewind, and stop Repeat I supply the heat Rapper selling rocks to buy my beats But I be lying B, that's 'cause all my beats are hot and free Soif you want some heat, all you gotta do is message me 'Cause me creating art for you is me stretching my legacy My legs and feet Stretching cross the city like the Jumpman Sand, Jackie Chan I ain't never need no stunt man Cultures be clashin', but for the Cult, it's a cla**ic Go from New Charlotte to New Orleans All my youngin's some savages Scavengin' for the magic we put on wax for the ma**es I flip my words front and backwards Y'all sleep on me like a mattress I heard your mattress posturepedic and your beats are obsolete The way I pick my beats It be like peter piper picking heat Man he a beast You gotta see him, at the Roman Coliseum He can really get it poppin' That's that onomatopoeia Tell me once again, who's the hottest in Lafayette Man, son they're still sleeping on and laughing But as of yet I never seen no other rapper as happy, they're all upset I'm always hotter than some magma I happen to have to sweat I swear I've been training for forever just to make some better rap Never been the same since I ran on train on every track Tell Peter Piper he can come and get his peppers back Rappers always trying to steal my heat, They wanna Pepper-jack But i'm still forever Steady getting more better, yeah So clever Teach the game like an old reverend Ten-Toe Stepper Gotta know I'm a go-getter A goal-setter I know Imma play Cochella Didn't know I was hot until they tried me Like a Ghost Pepper I get your girl more wetter Bro, you just molest her Turn to a shooter for my Gouda I need more cheddar Now who that say they wanna battle? You should know better! [Outro: Nina Simone] What do they call me? My name is...