Lyrical Breakdown of bank account - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Baby Keem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "bank account" 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 Baby Keem 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 Baby Keem's narrative.

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Huh, violate that bitch, I did (yeah) Huh, violate that bitch, I did, yeah Huh, violate that bitch, I did, yeah I can't talk about all the shit that I done did (I can't talk about) I can't talk about all the bitches I done hit (I can't talk about) I can't talk about all the niggas that got fed (yeah, yeah, yeah) My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red (rrr) Doot-doot, doot-doot, fuck the loaf, I make the bread (bread) Doot-doot, doot-doot, I see numbers in my head (yeah) (I'm alive) I like dead people instead Doot-doot, doot-doot, ain't 'bout money, texts on read (yeah) Doot-doot, doot-doot, get it (yeah) Everything you did, I done been did it (I did it) Every bitch you fucked, I done been hit it (hit it) Hit it (hit it) Hit it (hit it) Doot-doot, doot-doot, every time I go to check my bank account Doot-doot, doot-doot, you wouldn't even believe my bank amount Doot-doot, doot-doot, I can't count up the whole goddamn amount Doot-doot, doot-doot, I made it And sometimes I forget I'm famous, just like I am Amos (yeah) And I can turn your bitch around and fuck her in her anus And I just let her spirit up (yeah), for some entertainment Won my first Grammy, put my opps in the pavement I told my ghetto bitch to shut the fuck up (ayy) I like tough love (ayy, ayy) I know they don't trust us I just put it in her mouth, she need a touch up (need a touch up) And my lifestyle Tempur-Pedic, need to rough up (need a roughing) I walk in the fuckin' meeting, all you starstruck (lil' bitch) Baby, you've been blessed to see it, give you good luck (lil' bitch) My cousins say that I'm a menace to society (society) When I fuck a famous bitch, I do it quietly (shh, shh, shh, shh) All my niggas quick to judge, I know they tired of me Toxic bitch won't let me leave, something up her sleeve (sleeve) And she know what I bleed, she know my ID I sent her to Maldives, just so I could breathe Doot-doot, doot-doot, uh, came out kicking in October Last time I checked, your energy was bipolar Last time I checked, your baby mama had an odor Last time I checked, she was fuckin' the promoter Uh, you was sittin' on a porch Last time I checked, I'm the one that took the torch Last time I checked, I cut you off with no remorse Last time I checked, y'all was quick to go report If I cancel, then that mean I had some shit to do If I cancel, I was in the projects, ten to two If I cancel, who the fuck you think you talkin' to? If I cancel, call my eldest bitch and tell her, "Duece" If I, "Doot-doot, doot-doot," then that mean I'm probably at the bank If I, "Doot-doot, doot-doot," hug my bitch, I gotta keep her safe If I, "Doot-doot, doot-doot," taper, taper, takin' off her face If I, "Doot-doot, doot-doot," said she want a smart nigga with taste I can't talk about all the shit that I done did (I can't talk about) I can't talk about all the bitches I done hit (I can't talk about) I can't talk about all the niggas that got fed (yeah, yeah, yeah) My pockets be blue, but my eyes, they still see red (rrr) Doot-doot, doot-doot, fuck the loaf, I make the bread (yeah) Doot-doot, doot-doot, I see numbers in my head (I'm alive) I like dead people instead Doot-doot, doot-doot, ain't 'bout money, texts on read (yeah)