Lyrical Breakdown of Ballin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ballin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• 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 "Ballin" 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.
• 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.

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(Wheezy outta here) I'm ballin' Yeah, yeah, yeah Ballin' like LeBron's son Heartless, don't you start nothin' Oh, baby, just install this on me (on me) Got features like RiRi And this water on my wrist (my wrist) Yeah, like Fiji, mm I'm ballin' (ballin') Drop thirty on my fit (ballin') Uh, don't worry, I won't miss Got my hoodie on like Melo in the Garden (yeah) Got my money up, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son, look They want me to lose my breath (Hm) So I gotta watch my step (Hm) Two thirties on my hip (mm) I call 'em Steph and Seth (mm) Richie Rich my wrist (mm) Particular with my drip (mm) Chrome Hearts on my chest, I'm ballin' (yeah, woo) Look, I feel like the last one left (mm) I put the X in flex (mm) I'm shootin' with my left like Harden (like Harden) So much water on my wrist it make my arm numb (arm numb) All this money, bitch, I'm ballin' like LeBron's son (yeah) And you can tell by the way I dress, Louis V my garments (Louis V my garments) So much fly shit I can take you shoppin' in my closet (closet, yeah) And nowadays, most of these artists sound like Artist (sound like me) Uh, trust me, they can't ball the way I'm ballin' Ballin' like LeBron's son Heartless, don't you start nothin' Oh, baby, just install this on me (On me) Got features like RiRi And this water on my wrist (my wrist) Yeah, like Fiji (mm) I'm ballin' (ballin') Drop thirty on my fit (ballin') Uh, don't worry, I won't miss Look, I'm ballin', ballin' (yeah) Ballin' Demon on the left of me, the opps wanna leave me I don't get left, I do the leavin' A thirty on me 'cause I know that they talkin' behind my back But it ain't shit when they see me R.I.P. Beasty Nowadays, I don't even be sleep Drink champagne every day like a week And a lot of models, I be takin' it easy Model after model, I know you see me Go bottle after bottle like a genie Shakin' up the bottle like it's graffiti I'm never cappin', I pulled up with a beanie Lifestyle, livin' life like The Beatles Balmain, treat 'em like True Religions Don't judge me, I'm not too religious Rockin' Mikes, used to be Tavernitis They don't even know about Tavernitis Rest in peace my nigga Quado and Beasty Twenty-four in a Double-R luxury Really paid in full, don't call me lucky Tried showin' love, they didn't fuck with me Now I'm goin' up, ain't with the fuckery Doin' irregular shit on the regular Bitches only wanna fuck for my revenue Ballin' like LeBron's son Heartless, don't you start nothin' Oh, baby, just install this on me (on me) Got features like RiRi And this water on my wrist (my wrist) Yeah, like Fiji (mm) I'm ballin' (ballin') Drop thirty on my fit (ballin') Uh, don't worry, I won't miss Look, I'm ballin', ballin' (yeah) Ballin'