Lyrical Breakdown of M'$ (feat. Lil Wayne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "M'$ (feat. Lil Wayne)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky feat. French Montana weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "M'$ (feat. Lil Wayne)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Brotha man

Brotha, brotha

Gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

Brotha, understand (no)

Gotta make the place

Take the truth (take the)

Get through

Right

Just keep the truth

Fight the blues, fight the blues

Brotha man, young man

Let me tell you somethin'

Young man, brotha man-brotha man

You gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

That's what the poem told me

It was a greater poet than you know

I'd rather talk about how my neck is frozen and I

I'd rather talk about naked hoes and the stay up in the bitches?

When I went to my bro

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old bitch yellin' come back

Come back, come back, babe

Come back

Come back, come back

Come back. come back, babe

Harlem nights, quick speed, godspeed

Speed it like Grease Lightnin', leather on my six-speed bike

Bicycle tires, icicle diamonds, popsicle stripes

Popsicles for the Klondikes, pop pop wheelies on the dirty bikes

15 sellin' china white

Cops stoppin' if you opposite o' white

Pop pop like you opposite o' right

Take heat lil nigga

Lowkey take lead on a nigga

Smooth durag 'round the boulevard

Back in the days on the train

Ride the bus before I ride another nigga wave

Beautiful, the water's flat like acid pre-Onika (ye-ah)

You the smaller version, you the baby sneaker

Flacko I wonder how it feel to live or be like you

Album number three, and keep it G like Q

Heard you niggas get fly, like G like 2

Nah more like 4, like 3, not 2

Shittin' on these niggas, like P like U

Drip Raheem and Q

Got Hi-C, like juice

Mama hubby got life, he got three strikes too

Real niggas bleed, like me, like you

That's why I got a beam with a green light too

I don't even make a scene, I just swing right through

I'm just bangin' on my Qs and my Ps, like soup

Walk in my shoes, follow me like suit

Brotha man, young man

Let me tell you somethin'

Young man, brotha-brotha

Gotta fight for somethin'

Stand for somethin'

Brotha, understand

Gotta make the place

Take the truth (take the)

Get through

Right?

When I went to my bro

Told him help me please

Now we hop out the PJs

Hosted by the P

My old bitch yellin' come back

Come back, come back, babe

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back)

Come back (come back), babe

You're a cornstar

All you fuck is corn, parched

You fall apart

Frenchie faux pas

'Cause you

Ain't gotta know pa

(Are you?)

The dealer got catches like an outfielder

(Are you?-are you?-are you?)

Getting that God's view from towers

Lookin' down, like I'm Donald Trump