Lyrical Breakdown of Bad Company (feat. BlocBoy JB) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bad Company (feat. BlocBoy JB)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bad Company (feat. BlocBoy JB)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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$AP Rocky's narrative.
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People think you're stuck up, but we're all super good friends
It's only natural, I suppose, but we're all super good friends
Um, I get the feelin' that you're admired, but, um
I'm above average
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day
Good lord, mama prayin' on her knees, all day
If you still frontin' when I up it, I'ma squeeze
Bad company's bad for your company
Bad company's bad for your company
Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
Got the Mac and the ski mask in case you come for me
When I say I got beef, they don't want no beef
When they say they got beef, they don't wanna eat
If he said he wants smoke, they don't want no steam
She put a V on her tee, bad-bad-bad-bad-bad
Had a bachelors degree, PhD while sellin' speed
Fix the face then fix the weave, now workin' on her self-esteem
Hit up Bloc (brr), "Yo, this Flack, nigga, where you at?
Pin the drop, uh, my new map location be the block on the app"
I need money and company, nah-nah
Bad bitches, I don't even know the company, haha-haha
You-you-you can't hang baby (hang baby), we don't want you 'round here ('round here)
I-ice on my neck, and it's froze, Santa's reindeer (cold, cold, reindeer)
Y-you got bad bitches, hella hoes, I-I-it's the same here (same here)
You bad company, lil' bro, you can't hang here (roll)
G-g-g-gettin' money (money) so the bottles keep on comin' (they keep on comin')
Ph-ph-pho-pho-phone ringin' so you know the trap jumpin' (what you want?)
Tha-tha-that nigga lookin' at me, he owe me some money (I dig that)
Hit 'em with the Tommy, now that nigga crumpin'
Why-why these niggas playin' games? They don't want no problems with me (problems with me)
My shooters got good aim (good aim), you know I brought 'em shottas with me (shottas with me)
Might've hit a bad stain (bad stain), they say that someone top was missin' (top was missin'?)
Them nigga were opposition (opposition), they move wrong, so I shot 'em bitches (grrah-blaow)
Dark shades, too much smoke, I could barely see the fumes
Actin' brand-new like I don't see you when I do
Who them folks? Who want smoke? You too close, give me room
Phony folks, play it close, do the most, don't they?
Bad company, that's bad for your company (strangers)
Bad company, that's bad for your company (player haters)
Mad cow disease, now you in a ton of beef
Black Mac tucked underneath my new blue dungarees (ride, ride)
Flintstone bust down, color Murakami (whoa)
Fruity pebble bezel, Wilma, Betty, Fred, and Barney (whoa, whoa)
Bad bitch from outta town (whoa), I think she model Abercrombie (whoa)
Wrist game Lucky Charmy, told my jeweler, "Leprechaun me" (whoa, woo)
I'ma come clean, I got hella beef (woo)
Paranoia got me rollin' up my sleeves, okay
Niggas hatin' 'cause I'm uppin' up the fees
Whole team got V's on they tees, all day
I got so much beef, I could barely sleep
Paranoia got me losin' all my Z's, all day
Good lord, mama prayin' on her knees, all day
If you still frontin' when I up it, I'ma squeeze
I'm above average