Lyrical Breakdown of Flexing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Flexing" 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 "Flexing" 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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Yeah, heard these niggas sneak dissin' on the low
These niggas don't like me, all 'cause a hoe
I been getting hundreds ever since I changed my flow
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, hey had to slam my door
Mr. Yellow and white gold, I'mma keep bagging this dough
You gon' keep stealing my flows, you the Lil Uzi typo
Yeah, your career, that shit on a tightrope
But I'm all for that
Let me stop 'fore you get sad
'Cause I'm really your dad
If you want fire with that
Invader Zim cause I'm not from this earth
I'm blocking my haters like Shaq
Look at them niggas, who dat
Diamonds, they white and blue, black
My chain a hunnid, yo shit cost two stacks
Yeah, heard these niggas sneak dissin' on the low
These niggas don't like me, all 'cause a hoe
I been getting hundreds ever since I changed my flow
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, had to slam my door
Mr. yellow with white gold, I'mma keep bagging this dough
I been getting hundreds ever since I changed my flow
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
All these niggas dissing me, all these niggas dissing me
I'm signed to me, I'm managed by me, shit I feel like I'm pimpin' me
Huh, these hoes tippin' me, huh, take 'em to Tiffany's
Just had an epiphany, that bitch ain't bad, she ain't meant for me
None of these niggas ain't feeling me,
Cause none of these rappers ain't real as me
Drop top Beamer from Germany, me and Uzi skrt in these Philly streets
Nigga said he my enemy, wanna be friends when he bumped into me
These suckers ain't what they pretend to be,
Honestly, you don't wanna go to war with me
Draco turn you to an amputee,
Dump your body in the ocean with a manatee
Make your whole clique do the Mannequin
Challenge when I draw down with this AR-15
Nigga, AR with me, strip nigga, porn star with me
Quick draw McGraw with me, came over, flip cars with me
Yeah, heard these niggas sneak dissin' on the low
These niggas don't like me, all 'cause a hoe
I been getting hundreds ever since I changed my flow
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone
Had to slam my door, had to slam my door
Mr. yellow with white gold, I'mma keep bagging this dough
I been getting hundreds ever since I changed my flow
These fuck niggas keep calling me, had to change my phone yeah