Lyrical Breakdown of Hun43rd - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hun43rd" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hun43rd" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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–Grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work (Yeah)
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work (Uh-huh)
All year long bruh, stuck up in my zone all by my lonesome
Pay the hoe my dues, I brought my own funds
When it's time to war, I brought my own gun
Difference is I'm ghetto but I'm wholesome
Nigga say I switched up like I'm on some
Why you always treat me like I owe some?
Truthfully you only wanna hold some
Whip it like I've been a slave
Bucking from the twelve like I've been afraid
Motorola, burn out, couple minutes saved
Kept a pre-paid on my hip them days
143rd in front on Minisink, Cam'ron had us wearing pink
From the cradle to the grave, put in work
Hustled 'round the corner where my nana stay, couldn't work
Open up shop in front the corner store, make 'em renovate
Where the killers stand, fuck a lemonade
But they cook it by the Minute Maid, couple niggas hate
But the best form of flattery is when you imi-
When you imitate, ayy
Tell me how it gonna be
Get like me, tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be
Tell me how it gonna be
Like me, tell me how it's gonna be (Oh)
Tell me how it gonna be
I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store (Oh)
I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave (Tell me how it's gonna)
Busy gettin' paid, niggas don't shade, nigga I'ma have it–
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
From the cradle to the grave, I'ma put in work
With my back against the wall, nigga, I'ma ball
Show you how to mob, got it with the squad (Yeah)
Never had a job, but I kept a broad
When I went in Saks, went and copped it all
My cougars had me lit, kept a PYT
Your mama on my dick, prettier than a bitch
And I'm overseas, and I had a ball
Seein' overseas hoes (Really litty lit, uh)
We ain't counterfeit like we have face tats, how you name go when
Where your hoes? Why your chain don't spin?
Light them up, really like 'em all
Nigga like it all, nigga like it, tell her get like me
Tell me how it gonna be
Get like me, tell me how it's gonna, how it's gonna be
Tell me how it gonna be
Like me, tell me how it's gonna be (Oh)
Tell me how it gonna be
I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store (Oh)
I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave (Tell me how it's gonna)
Busy gettin' paid, niggas don't shade, nigga I'ma have it–
Ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Ball, nigga, ball! Ball, nigga, ball!
Bow, wow, bow, wow, bow, nigga, bow!
Ball, nigga, ball! (Shoot) ball (Pew)
Young niggas