Lyrical Breakdown of 4L - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4L" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "4L" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.
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Solid nigga, real street nigga
A hundred percent, a hundred and ten percent
Ain't no cut on this shit, nigga
This shit blue magic, nigga, like Frank Lucas nigga on god
Four trap spots at the bottom of the hill (Straight up)
Tryna diss Savage, that'll prolly get you killed (On god)
I get my shooter smoked, I think he finna spill (Swear)
The beans, I got X, dawg, 75 cents a pill (21)
Tez took a 15, finna come back on a pill (Free Tez)
Pop took 19 'fore he was 19, made me shed a tear (Free Pop)
Blew up on me own, no cosigns I was stiff (On God)
I swear I went like six times
Platinum 'fore I signed my deal (Straight up)
We used to cut MAC 90s before they made them Dracs (On my mama)
I'm so Slaugher Gang, I'ma nut on her face (21)
Captain Save-A-Ho, you might get shot in your cape (On god)
Niggas drop a mixtape, then they tattoo they face (Lil' pussy)
Niggas drop an album, then pretend to be gangsta (Lil' bitch)
Imagine every hood, you gon' make it up, ain't you?
He done made up dead homies, man this nigga a prankster
I got niggas down to roll, for our flock, they'll shank you (On God)
Give me head in a brand new car (Yeah)
Hit her from the back, need Geico (21)
She got fat 'cause a nigga made her stay in the house
So I got the bitch lipo (Straight up)
Ridin' 'round town with a Glock
But if it's a hit I'ma use my rifle (On God)
You can ask all the opps, niggas know 4L gang go psycho (I swear)
Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass
You know you ain't built like that
Play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6
Ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga
Bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow
Brrr-bow-bow-bow-bow
I wanted to come in, know what I'm talkin' about
Cuz just talked that shit
That big Zone 6 shit for y'all niggas ass
(Stop all that cap-ass shit)
I'm a Zone 6-er Mr. Remixer
Mr. Fuck-Her-Then-I-Hit-Her-Pass-Her-To-My-Nigga
Only thing I smoke on is a big Swisher
And I don't sip liquor, I sip lean, yes, sir
Pull up on the curb, hope I serve a nigga bird (Serve a bird)
Who run the block? Slimeball, that's the word (Slime)
Get a nigga topped, off top, non-stop, on my block
I got shooters totin' their Glock
It's a 30 in his Glock (Yeah that 30)
Niggas ain't rockin' how we rocking, we rock-solid (4L)
And I keep them blues in my pocket, ten thousand (Uh huh)
Five on your head, nigga, get your head chopped (Do that)
Ride through my hood and I got the top chopped (What?)
Off, when I ride off (What?)
Smoke gas, cough (Dude)
Bitch give me mouth (Uh huh)
Big dawg, boss (Big dawg)
Y'all know what it cost (You know)
Just to be a boss (Be a boss)
Well, you gotta wipe some niggas off
You gotta run off on the plug
You gotta shoot at some nigga
Let him know you don't give no fucks
If he really 'bout that life, then
Nigga, show you 'bout your business
Don't be schemin' on a hunnid, nigga
Run up you a million
Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass
You know you ain't built like that
Play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6
Ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga (21, 21)
I was little, now I'm bigger (Now I'm bigger)
I was broke, now I'm worth eight figures (Eight figures)
It's either you against us or you with us (Lil' bitch)
Malcolm might get killed in the middle (On God)
Mini-14, I was 17 first time I shot it
Nigga, I was on Glenfair (On my mama, dawg)
Went hollow, Collier Ridge to VC
Robbin', landin', all the way to Line Street
They don't play fair (21, 21)
If you make your bed, you gon' lay there (You gon' lay there)
Made a hunnid on Austin off my cell, yeah (Off my cell, yeah)
It was a trap spot and I used to stay there (On God)
On my dead brother, I kept a K there (Straight up)
Tryna spend the night, you must be fuckin' or somethin' (Lil' bitch)
I want you to suck me like you suckin' your thumb (21)
Savage rich as fuck, but I save money like a bum (On God)
Made it to the top, but I give back to the slum (Straight up)
Cap-ass, rap-ass, battery-in-the-back-ass
You know you ain't built like that
Play and get your ass smashed
All black ski mask, pull up on your street fast
Body bag a nigga ass, throw his body in the trash
I'm a young trap ass, strapped-ass, no time for the yap ass
Get a nigga clapped ass, Zone 6
Ride around with it in my lap ass
Leave your man's brain in your motherfuckin' lap ass nigga