Lyrical Breakdown of KEKE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "KEKE" 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 "KEKE" 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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Scum Gang! AM Nation I'll be on the block on the regular With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular Yeah, you know I run up with the shit, on the regular Bare faced, I'ma hit a lick, on the regular Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular Yeah, I'm 6ix9ine with the 9, on the regular Niggas want war, yeah, kick the door, yeah Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake 'em off, yeah I'm still in the hood, yeah, bussin' juggs yeah Rollin' through the city, yeah, with my niggas, yeah Niggas want they bitch back, I don't chit-chat Run up, hear a "Click-clack", blow your shit back Baby, I ain't a hot boy, I'm a block boy Double trigger Glock, make him Diddy Bop, boy Nigga, we be busting at the opps, on the regular Nigga, we be ducking from the cops, on the regular Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular Shit that's on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain't regular Nigga, if it's coming from my spot, it ain't regular Someone's will is on a different side, it ain't regular You can't take the money when you die, it ain't regular Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular Pull up to his door yeah, get on the floor yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah Pull up to his door, yeah, get on the floor, yeah (Yeah) Pull up, we gon' shoot, don't check out the score yet Different colored coupes, money on the floor, yeah They know I got juice, drippin', drippin' sauce, yeah They know I'ma ball like LaVar (Ayy) Ay, 'bout to take a trip to the stars Ay, let a nigga drip in designer Ay, makin' money, flip for the mob I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mmm yeah Shmegular, that's regular, mmm yeah I hit it on the tour bus, ooh yeah If I'm a player, you a slut, ooh yeah I told my .38 "I love you" That's my baby, when I pull up she pull up too See the, Hermès on the buckle, and a Lotta bag in the duffle, yeah Leave 'em wetter, let it rain, nigga Put a .30 to your motherfuckin' brain nigga, ah I'm runnin' around with the same niggas Same niggas that'll take a nigga chain, nigga Huh?