Lyrical Breakdown of 21 Way - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "21 Way" 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 "21 Way" 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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Hot box with a paper tag on it Your baby brother used to be my crash dummy Don't call my phone if it ain't 'bout cash money I don't wanna talk if it ain't 'bout cash money I got a lot of shooters 'round me and they hungry He sold a zip and now he acting like he Tony I be chasing after money like I'm homeless I had to leave that bitch alone cause she was bogus Put a 100 on your head Now a nigga dead You niggas know that Young Savage will paint the city red I don't want to do no song with these niggas cause they scared Draco on the seat I keep that Draco on the seat Molly, percs and weed you know these bitches like to eat Slaughter gang, we slaughter hoes cause half these bitches freaks All the shit I've been through man it change a young G That's why I keep that hundred round drum around me That's why I keep a lot of fucking guns around me If you ain't with the gang you better not come around me All that mother fucking leashing ain't no bum around me You like that pillow talk but niggas shoot for fun around me Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way They robbin' round my way Shootin' around my way Ain't nothing sweet you better keep a gun around my way Round my way