Lyrical Breakdown of 100 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "100" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big Sean weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "100" 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 Big Sean 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 Big Sean's narrative.

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1: Big Sean] Couple niggas on a hit list and bitches on a different type Same shit, different nights, 'til I live a different life "Sean, you lookin' tired," damn, homie, that's all? I've been stressin' so hard I'm surprised I ain't goin' bald Haters prayin' I fall, move back in with my moms Take online classes and turn back into y'all, hatin' I guess they want your lights out when you the plug Niggas wanna catch you slippin' like they pulled the rug From where they move the drugs, Buddha love Niggas sleepin' with that MAC and I ain't talkin' 'bout computer love Owe the wrong people, you a price tag Now you pray to God, hopin' that you got a Christ tag (God) Make it where I'm from, stay who I become Time to raise hell, Satan ain't my son Take a elevator straight up out the slums to a penthouse view And have the fam there, too, ugh As I look up to the sky Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right And my family live that life, la-da-da As I look up to the sky Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life 'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da La-da-da, da La-da-da, as I look up to the sky I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Ooh-ooh If I just stop Breathin' Even though I got all this motherfuckin' Money Won't keep my heart Beatin' Just don't wake me Up (Don't wake me up) You can't catch me Dreamin' About all of this motherfuckin' Money Cocaine rush, I'm Speedin' Cocaine rush (Yeah) I'm just a Detroit nigga, nuttin' extra about me I go extra harder the first second you doubt me I strive for perfection; at the same time I'm acceptin' the fact that there'll never be nothin' perfect about me Shit, I'm just waitin' on a win Come up with better hooks, the hoes'll take it on the chin We are 6 Mile-bred, that's why you see our sick style, yeah Crackhouse flow with a pit downstairs Momma happy at me, daddy happy at me The baddest chicks, as y'all can imagine, is chatty, yappin' at me Five years ago I was in tears In the back of a paddy wagon, now I'm Cali swaggin' Huh, my nigga, listen, I'm over the fame You number one? I'm number 23, my mission Is to take over the game, you rollin' with lames? We ain't rollin' the same, I'm the best out in this motherfucker If I could get a check out of this motherfucker Big enough to set my kids up for life I could check out of this motherfucker with no regrets If you ain't livin' your life for your Kids, I ain't givin' your ass no respect As I look up to the sky (Sean, I love you, my nigga, I'm out) Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right And my family live that life, la-da-da As I look up to the sky Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life 'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da La-da-da, da La-da-da, as I look up to the sky I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die I gotta break your fuckin' heart I gotta climb these fuckin' charts (I gotta climb 'em) I gotta do something that's innovative, creative, just to create a Legacy before death do us part, I gotta spend one Summer in Tijuana with Tia and Tia's momma Breakfast in bed is head with plenty Carne Asada I gotta, I gotta find me a wife to elope I got a—I got a fine, 'cause I ain't wanna vote, I promise I know the history of those who died For the rights for me to survive but those who lied To the minority will make 'em turn inside they grave I can easily pretend like y'all but that's not me I gotta spread the truth even when the truth can hurt The youths need to know every detail about this Earth The Devil controls it, so before you scrutinize how I feel Ask God if them polls important, the end is near. As I look up to the sky Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Hit all the girls I want and make sure my niggas right And my family live that life, la-da-da As I look up to the sky Thought about a hunnid things to do before I die Wonderin' if I could live it all in one life 'Cause it could all end in one night, la-da-da La-da-da, da La-da-da, as I look up to the sky I thought about a hunnid things to do before I die