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j-s.a.n.d. - snapchat / 4evr lyrics

[intro]
yeah
y’all ever just be scrolling on your snapchat, and you pull up on this one girl’s story, and on her story, she’s lip-syncing to some random song with a dog filter on her face?
that really aggravates me, like, that’s some of the dumbest shit ever
so this is my little rant
we’re gonna call this one, “snapchat”

[verse]
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 shit
i swear the way i think make them think i’m crazy, lethargic shit
retarded b-tch, 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 twerking
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 circ-mstances?
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-cking 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-ck 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 they’re gravity
they think them dog filters cover bad personalities
they really don’t, everybody h-lla judgemental
y’all 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
shit
just feel the heat i spit
i gotcha speakers lit
be making beats and shit
creating heat man i’m a beast and shit
they can’t defeat the shit
they can’t compete
they’re incomplete and shit
oops, i mean incompetent, but stop
they still can’t beat my shit
i be lowkey as shit
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 -ssist
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 coch-lla
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 p-ssion
they’re mocking me with democracy
they think i’m a fascist
so i p-ss the gas and smoke it down til it’s ashes
y’all dab, hit hash
then y’all -sses 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 cl-ssic
go from new charlotte to new orleans
all my youngin’s some savages
scavengin’ for the magic we put on wax for the m-sses
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 coch-lla
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…

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