Lyrical Breakdown of Kingpen Ghostwriter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kingpen Ghostwriter" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kingpen Ghostwriter" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 2 Chainz employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
- Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 2 Chainz's narrative.
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This shit hard Buddah
I'm finna put that motherfucking
Heroin flow on that motherfucker though
(Buddah Bless this beat) Tony
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah
My fleet orange and black, yeah
On concrete I tap, yeah
Water on the neck, ain't tap, yeah
Alkaline white strap, yeah (strap)
VVS's, she got a bust down, she bust it down like she naked
And the trappin' hot (hot), told her, "Come and dance" (dance)
Didn't have no AC on, all we had was only fans (woo)
Pinky ring summer (summer), limousine, uh-uh (uh-uh)
Got the Maybach truck, bought the Maybach car a partner
You ain't seen what I done seen, these lizzy cost at least a G
Gangsta music like Eazy-E's, when it come to trappin', I'm 23
Moon walkin' like Billie Jean, my pistol boss, my kitchen clean
Everything got cut throat like a razor blade and amphetamine, uh
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that, yeah
Gucci shorts, Gucci socks showin'
I hit Derrick for a box of ones
Hit Allure, let the thots have fun
He acting like me, that is not my son
He might be the two but he is not the one
This shit that I do it is not for fun
Everybody gon' go, you is not the car
Rockin' ice like I'm tryna get a knot on my arm
We got sticks in this bitch, we don't got no alarm
When the heat didn't work, used the stove to get warm
My lil' nigga down bad, he supposed to be home
Stuck around for too long, was supposed to be gone
Let them folks do you wrong, you supposed to be strong
If I had to, I still could go and post in my zone
I got some houses to trap out, I got a ho house to stay at
Too hard, you know how I play it
I don't gotta tell 'em, they know what I'm sayin'
Five mil' in blue, let 'em know I ain't playin'
Back of the 'Bach, gettin' head while I lay there
You wanna fuck with a nigga, just say that
Mclaren fast, it belong on the race track
None of that bullshit, you know I ain't play that
I had to clean up, who come through and spray that?
Money comin', comin' in a hurry
Niggas on the run, eatin' like nori
Sound like a kingpin but writing for me
Got my first plug out in California
Yeah yeah, pesos stack, yeah yeah
Dior hat, yeah yeah, opp got whacked, yeah yeah
Ain't had nothing to do with that