Lyrical Breakdown of Angels - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Angels" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

I'm the dope mane, bitches sniffing cocaine

All my young niggas know that they could always

Call me, call me, call me (always, always)

Call me, call me, call me

(If you see me trouble, bitch)

They call me young drug dealer, they call me young thug nigga

24 karats my slugs glitter, 24 years old worth a couple million

Shouts out to my cuz niggas, finna let it fly for my blood niggas

Middle finger up to you fuck niggas, if you a trill nigga, then fuck with us

Nigga dash like a speed of a bullet

With a pistol on him prolly wouldn't even pull it

Heart made of pudding mean mugging with a hoodie like what's goodie

Trying to be the mothafucka that you couldn't knowing you

Down to let it fly when I shouldn't

All my young niggas they gon' rep it to the fullest

Tell a fuck nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool

All the young niggas in my crew, they down to let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly)

For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Niggas got rips in they jeans man I started that

Hood by air man I started that

Niggas claim they the God of black

Well your name is purple I'm the God of that

Gave you my back nigga pardon that

Fuck that shit I brought mobbing back

I brought robbin' back, I brought the Garden back

Motherfuck black land I brought Harlem back

Rolling in my Benzo, hoes on the curb a couple of friends

Rolling down my window, yo what's the word, fuck it get in

Ride round with these bimbos, she give head to my kin folk

Shout outs my connect though, keep a watch out for them Winslows

Cause the boys gon' creep, D-boys gon' serve

Hoes gone skeet and the V gone swerve

I'mma get by while the world gon' turn

I'mma get mine like you gon' get yours

Niggas do the least do when the piece got nerve

Niggas in the streets want heat, get burned

Tell a nigga "be you," fuck tough be cool

Couple young niggas down with my crew who be done and let it fly

For a nigga like me, young nigga like me (They let it fly)

For a nigga like me, jiggy young nigga like me (Flex!)

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang

Ten gold chains, wood grain, propane

Sell the whole thang from the cellphone rang