Lyrical Breakdown of 3 MIN CONVO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "3 MIN CONVO" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Turn me up I know you heard of the "Boogie Man" I am that nigga he would’ve been Hoodie on like I'm the reaper though Seventeen deep in the sprinter van I heard they tryna get equal though I would not let them get even man She told me she trying to get into it But I know these bitches be sneaky man Murder she wrote, murder all she wrote I can go Boogie or Artist flow I probably got every car you drove I probably fucked every broad you know Bitch if you think I'm a target, no Want me to take you to Barney's? No Run it up see how far we go Double up but be cautious though (Yeah) I know they hate seeing me in first class I'm a young nigga wearing Hermès I came up from the big X, and came home to a big bag I'm a big boss and you big mad Fuck around and die by my respect I got blood all on my Christians from all my oppositions Fuck all my oppositions Like every pair of damn loubs, now I got blisters And all of my day ones caught up in the system If she don't want me, I fuck with her sister I'm so grimy when it comes to these bitches I hit her then end up going missing I'm up now it's no more hard feelings (Mmm) It's cool I just put her in the friendzey, yeah I just had to put her in a frenzy (Yeah) I swear they don't wanna see me happy, they just wanna see me in my feelings Used to be a little nappy nigga, now I’m nappy with a couple million On the come up they was laughing at me, now they fucking with me cause I'm winning Now they sayin' that I'm acting different, this shit change you when you really in it, yeah And these days I can't come complain I still get laid, I swear I used to not get paid I'm back to my old ways Tech hoodie on, no chains First pair of new Balmains had me feeling like Kirko Bangz I embarrassed all my fly things Only floor seats at the ball game I got mad Saint Lauren shit, I told em’ nigga personally call me Gotta stab bitch niggas in the streets that I don't even gotta call B They be mad hoes after my shows following me to the lobby I'm a asshole when they come to that, I don't want you bitches to line me (Mmm) But that's just cause I get it Been in my bag for a minute I just flow with it They all in my business, but they just do not get it Got blood on my shoes I'm sinning, yeah New E.R.D. getting, yeah A lot of niggas dress just like me, but it's alright I already did it, yeah Niggas wanna rap just like me, but it's okay I already did it, yeah Eliantte got me icy W's up I'm winning, yeah W's up I'm winning And I told her that I loved her, but I didn't care And if I expose her it’s because she told my business, yeah I’m kinda like Hov, I ain't a business man, I’m a businessman I miss my nigga V-12 and Montana man Remember back when we was younger, I wish you was with me sitting in this Benz Now when we talk, all the convos be in lingo 'cause you in the feds Got a little hard getting used to all these millions, I came from minimum wage Gotta little hard talking to you through a phone knowin' that I can’t see your face Nigga with a wire started fucking with you Nigga, what the fuck did you say? Told you, you ain’t gotta sell grills no more nigga, but you did anyway I wish they give you bail, you would've been with me today Real shit just free all my (On God)