Lyrical Breakdown of Rich Flex - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rich Flex" 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 "Rich Flex" 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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Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club Pay for 'bout ten nigga to get in, we crunk, lit in this bitch, yeah (Body up, yuh, yuh) Know we walk around the world (Body up, yuh, yuh) Steppin' not givin' a damn 'bout where our feet land at Yeah, get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix) Yeah, 21, the biggest Put a nigga in the chicken wing, pussy 21, can you do some' for me? (21) Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21) And 21, can you do sum' for me? (21, 21) Drop some bars to my pussy ex to me And 21 (21), can you do some' for me? (Yeah) Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay) 21, do your thing, 21, do your thing (21) Do your thing, 21, do your thing Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lot Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than a plot All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin' You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it I know you on your period, baby, can you suck it? I'm a savage (21) Smack her booty and magic (21) I'd slap a pussy nigga with the ratchet (pussy) I might slap a tracker on his whip and get to addin' (pussy) Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21) Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21) Always in my ear, your hoe a flea (fuck) Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21) Paid like an athlete, I got- All you hoes All of you hoes need to remember who y'all talking to It's the slaughter gang CEO I got dick for you if I'm not working, girl If I'm busy, then, fuck no! You need to find you someone else to call When your bank account get low You need to find you someone Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy I'm on that slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Ayy, slaughter gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit Ayy, sticks and stones, chrome on chrome That's just what a nigga on Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone Pussies clickin' up so they don't feel alone Ayy, man, nigga seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB The bad bitches waitin' on a nigga like I'm PND I'm steady pushing P, you niggas pushing PTSD I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ I used to want a GMC, when world was doing BNE We revvin' up and goin' on a run like the DMC I lay up with her for a couple days, then it's "brb" You rappers love askin' if I fucked when you know we did When you know we did She came in heels, but she left out on a cozy shit Ayy, I'm living every 24 like Kobe did Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8 Swear this shit is getting ate, I'm on ten for the cake Get a lot of love from 12, but I don't reciprocate 51 division, stay patroling, when it's late 21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate All the dawgs eating off a Baccarat plate Niggas see Drake and they underestimate Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy (Slaughter gang shit, ayy murder gang shit, ayy) (Slaughter gang shit, ayy murder gang shit, ayy) (Slaughter gang shit, ayy murder gang shit, and you got 'em) Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man Boy, you, ooh, you is the man, yeah, man!