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.
• 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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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, 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 guns Difference is I'm ghetto but I'm wholesome Nigga saying I switch up like I'm on something 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 Hold up, roll up, burn out couple minutes saved Kept a pre-paid, on my hip them days Hundred forty third and from the menacing Cam'ron had us wearing pink From the cradle to the grave Putting work, hustle round the corner where my mans'd stay Couldn't work, open up shop from the corner store Make 'em rennovate, with the killer stain 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 Tell me how it gonna be Tell me how it gonna be (Ohh) Tell me how it gonna be With my back against the wall Nigga I'ma ball Show you how to ball, got it with the squad Never had a job But I kept a broad When I went in Saks, went and copped it all My cougars kept me lit Kept a PYT Your mama on my dick (Prettier than a bitch) And I'm overseas And I had to ball Seein' overseas hoes (Really litty lit) 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) Tell me how it gonna be (I'ma have a ball, I'ma cop it all, I'ma buy the store) Tell me how it gonna be (I'ma go ball, cradle to the grave, busy gettin' paid, Niggas don't shade, nigga I'ma have it) Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, wow, bow, wow Bow, nigga, bow Bow, nigga, bow (shoot) Bow (pew)