Lyrical Breakdown of More M’s - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "More M’s" 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 "More M’s" 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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(Metro) Metro in this bitch goin' brazy Strike like a match, knock him out his hat Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that Had to cut her off, she got too attached I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back Takin' less L's, makin' more M's Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim Take it to the paint, take it to the rim You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film Big diamonds, Big Puns, VS1's Long guns, home runs, I'm the don I can hang in the trenches with no one Plenty switches with extensions, it's no fun Givin' out spankings, ridin' with lil'- 'cause he shoot without thinkin' Baptize a nigga, send him home in a blanket Upgrade a bitch and put some diamonds in her anklet Better not get no throw up on my seat, I know you drinkin' You ain't fuck no rapper, you a dinosaur, you ancient I like fried rice, you better cook like you a Asian Wrote a lot of verses, but I never wrote no statement I been in them rooms, I never did no contemplatin' This bitch wanna argue, I ain't doin' no debatin' Seen her with her nigga, waved my hand, I'm like, "Hey, friend," Lookin' at the Shade Room, that shit be entertainin' Tryna turn an opp into a mo'fucking painting Wells Fargo where I'm bankin', nigga Heard your album sales tankin', nigga My bros down the road, shank you, nigga Strike like a match, knock him out his hat Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that Had to cut her off, she got too attached I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back Takin' less L's, makin' more M's Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim Take it to the paint, take it to the rim You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film 6 God lurkin' Come up off that bag for the boy that keep working Dissin' on his album, and it flopped, he deserved it Come up out that booth and bring that energy in person Got so many hits, it wouldn't be fair to do no verses I could really go five hours in the stadium What happened to that nigga claiming OVO? We traded him Thought I was a popstar, I'm Slaughter Gang, I baited 'em Walk around like Prince 'cause I got a lot of lady friends Used to be in 'Sauga out at Sega City Playdium Skatin' through this album like a Montreal Canadian Way that I ran shit you'd think I was Iranian Niggas see my deal, look at they deal, and now they hate the kid Fuck, let me kick it basic Niggas ain't got love for the boy, so they fake it Crack a couple jokes to some bitches on some snake shit But if I send a verse to they ass, then they'll take it Shoot a video, arm around me like we aces Or pop out at my shows, jump around with me on stages Probably why these hoes love to shower me with praises Might've fucked a rapper, girl, but you ain't fucked Drake yet, yeah Metro in this bitch goin' brazy Strike like a match, knock him out his hat Knife to a gun fight, this ain't none of that Had to cut her off, she got too attached I ain't wastin' time that I'm never gettin' back Takin' less L's, makin' more M's Put her Skims on, now she actin' like she Kim Take it to the paint, take it to the rim You look good on camera, baby, let's go make a film (Metro) Metro in this bitch goin' brazy