Lyrical Breakdown of ORDER OF PROTECTION - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ORDER OF PROTECTION" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "ORDER OF PROTECTION" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat
A order of protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me (ay)
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me (ay)
Better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?
I can't give 'em dap, uh-uh
Don't throw up A$AP (uh-uh)
Can't forget what you did (uh-uh)
Remember how you act (uh-uh)
Talk behind my back (uh-uh)
Talk all kinda trash (uh-uh)
My back, all kinda stabs (uh, uh)
You was throwin' jabs (uh-uh)
You want me on my ass (uh-uh)
Down to my last (uh-uh)
Shit, they'd prolly laugh (uh-uh)
I can't go out sad (uh-uh)
I keep bouncin' back (uh)
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (up)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that?
Hush (shh, I hear somethin', nigga)
Back from the fuckin' past
Back right up on they ass
Back in my fuckin' bag (yeah)
The game that I can't divorce, final boss
All-all chats logged off, all call
Still screamin' encore when I'm long gone
It's been a lil' while since I been in the league
A couple lil' trials, couple of leaks
Still in the field like I'm runnin' in cleats
Last time I checked, we still in the lead
Run up a check for the love of the cheese
Bought a Patek, where the fuck the receipt?
Just ordered a TEC and it's under the seat
A order of protection for fuckin' with me
And that boy talkin' reckless, ain't talkin' to me (ay)
Better show some respect when you talkin' to me (ay)
Better walk with a vest case you run into me, run into me
Kick that boy out the section, he talk to police
Gangsters move in silence, talkin' is brief
Semi-automatic under the briefs
Who want it with me, with me?
Yeah, we up, but not up for grabs
Up, like I up the gat
Up to the fuckin' max (up)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? (Yeah)
(Shh, I hear somethin', nigga)
Up, smokin', puffin' gas
Up from a fuckin' nap
Clutch, what the fuck was that? (Yeah, brrt)
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay