Lyrical Breakdown of Vlad TV - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Vlad TV" 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 "Vlad TV" 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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I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Oh, na-na-na-na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself (oh)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself
Dirty kitchens, thirty-sixes (woo)
Residue on dishes, loaded rent on missions
Hyundai Genesis with the door panel stuff, we back to business
Even took the dashboard off to hit some chickens
Two up on both sides like was Richard Nixon, bitch, I'm different
If they ask you 'bout me, tell 'em that's just stove talk, I'm realistic (big chat)
Shit, you think he really got enough money to lay on? (No)
Rolls Royce séance, woke up in the ghost all from the store run
Bobby Flay on niggas (Bobby Flay on niggas)
I might auction off the scale I use to put the yay on (woo)
They wanna dim my light, but that shit stay on
Tell that nigga play on
Tell my young boy, hop out, turn that AK-K on (grrrt, bah-bah-bah)
Feel like you got hit by Julius Caesar
They like, "God, you on your way?" and I'm like, "On my way?
You ever had so many you can't weigh 'em?"
Don't even say none
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Oh, na-na-na-na)
I watched my cuh drop out of USF to be like BMF
Set up a kitchen set in Grandma basement and started whippin' wet
Granny askin', "What's that smell?" It's soap, I been on CBS
Dog food, Granny, I got my pedigree from DMX
Rough ridin', tellin' lies, they feenin' for a kiss of death
A brick ain't gon' grow legs and arms and learn how to sell itself
A pack ain't gon' go book a flight and learn how to mail itself
So what the fuck you niggas gon' do to get this shit off the shelf?
Yeah, when you get a pack, break 'em in zones (zones)
16 in each one, if you sell eight for five, that's eight above
If weed don't work, it's always blow, Percs and Xanns if they don't smoke
Heroin broke down to O's, the code word is HBO
Niggas watch some Power, move a little powder and think they Ghost, nigga
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Okay, I'ma pop my shit)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself
(09 Southside Riverdale Road, Tony)
Here a pot, there a pot, everywhere a pot, pot
Arm and Hammer, no-knock warrant, then a mugshot
I'ma get out the next mornin', bond put up (put up)
Coke, yeah, I used to move that bitch like Luda (move)
Uh, yeah, the Jays take hit Zab Judah
Spin the protools, left residue on the computer (left it)
I 'member whippin' in the microwave, was futuristic (it was)
Store runs for the rubber bands, I truly miss it (true)
Yeah, the fiends were my only fans (mm)
My stash spot was a all purple Crown Royal bag (true, true)
The .44 bulldog Georgetown hoya fan (boom)
The Draco a sign a nigga like an autograph (grrt)
I stash trees by my balls like ornaments
Let 'em know I'm 'bout to win this motherfuckin' tournament (I'ma win)
They givin' away a gold fork for the winner (skkrt)
Gold money machine, Beamer and a blender (a blender)
I was standing on the block playing center
I watched a nigga go on VLAD TV, he told on himself
Bought bricks, bought pounds and we learned that dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Oh, na-na-na-na)
That the dope ain't gon' sell itself
Got a key, gotta P, better believe it, dope ain't gon' sell itself (oh)
Comin' from the block we from, nigga, dope ain't gon' sell itself
(Oh, na-na-na-na)