Lyrical Breakdown of Mindin my Business - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mindin my Business" 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 "Mindin my Business" 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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Resident Evil around these parts
Peanut got killed in his front yard
They say "catch up", but I'm a star
If, and if, I body guards
My whole squad vs. your whole squad
357, I play the odds
College park, I got the ink
Kill't the game, I wore like a mink
I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, I get pepto
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, and get this dough
Woke up this mornin', I look like this
Yellow pinky ring, it look like piss
I smell like gas, with a hint of bun
Don Perignon and Saint Lauren
Ferragamo friends, I kick my dab
Might sell a bag, cause I miss my dad
RIP to a real OG
Only thing I smoke is real OG
Only thing I trust in the world is bank
Jus' went to jail with my partner, never drug related
Walk in the buildin', get a hunnid stabs
My 'partment buildin, had a hunnid stabs
Puerto Rican journey, had a hunnid squares
Had weed killa, I am out on bail
Bought a pair of Jordan's just to trap in, nigga
Bought a pair of Yeezy's just to rap in, nigga
Bought me a mansion, I deserve that shit
Bought a Maybach, cause Jay Z did
Bought me a Sprinter, cause I seen TI's
Bought me a Cuggi cause I seen BI's
Triple zero bags, from the store up the street
Use the same scale, for the coke and the weed
Sour for the home, coconuts in the trees
Before all the Gucci, I was rockin' with G's
It ain't a drive by, if you walkin' away
So much money, you could walk in my safe
I can't see me no'l, like Florida State
By the time you get that, I'll be on the way
I said "fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, I get pepto
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
Fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes
I said "I fuck these niggas, and fuck these hoes"
I mind my business, and get this dough