Lyrical Breakdown of Goldie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Goldie" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Uh, uh I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Let's take it to the basis, you in the midst of greatness My Martin was a Maison, rocked Margielas with no laces Cristal go by the cases, wait hold up that was racist I would prefer the Aces, ain't no different when you taste it A 40 ounce to chase it, that's just a understatement I'm early to the party, but my 'Rari is the latest Somehow it seems girls in they late teens Remind me your favorite jeans 'cause they naked 'cause you famous Life's a motherfucker, ain't it? These other rappers ain't us So tell me what your name is, I'ma tell it to my stainless You aim it 'fore you bang it let that banger leave you brainless It's just me, myself, and I and motherfuckers that I came with Miscellaneous niggas wanna hate on me Until I tell 'em to they face they ain't no G Low key, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Yes, I'm the shit, tell me do it stink? It feel good wakin' up some money in the bank Three model bitches, cocaine on the sink And I'm so 'bout it 'bout it, I might roll up in a tank 'Cause my chain came from Cuba, got a lock up on the link And them red bottom loafers just to complement the mink Eyes chink, rollin' up that dank, blowin' on that stank What you mean? Tell me what you drink, I'm on that kissin' pink You could call me Billy Gates, got a crib in every state Man on the moon, got a condo out in space Open up your legs, tell me how it taste And them niggas talkin' shit so tell 'em, "Tell it to my face" Tell that bitch, hop up on my dick, rolled up on her quick In a six, told her suck a dick, motorboat her tits I'm the shit, niggas mad 'cause I'm smooth puffin' Zig-Zags Tell 'em quit the riff raff bitchin' with your bitch ass I said it must be 'cause a nigga got dough Extraordinary swag and a mouth full of gold Hoes at my shows they be strippin' off they clothes And them college girls write a nigga name on they toes Niggas talk shit 'til they get lockjaw Chrome to ya dome 'til ya get glockjaw Party like a cowboy or a rockstar Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off Oh, yeah, oh, right Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah Oh, yeah, oh, yeah Oh, yeah Everybody play the tough guy 'til shit pop off (Right, right)