Lyrical Breakdown of Respect It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Respect It" 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 "Respect It" 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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Woah, woah, woah, woah Woah (TrapAdix) Man, they ain't plottin' on me I'm plottin' on them plottin' on me, man Stupid, man Look (Hit-Boy) Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (way) Ain't nobody finna do dat Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (respect) Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (respect it) You can't touch me, you not worthy Dirty bitches don't deserve me I be careful who I love 'cause who I love is who could hurt me I'ma give they ass a cruise, so I'ma Lamborghini Mercy Niggas thought they had the twenty-twenty vision, it's still blurry (woah) I done dodged a murder race I done earned what they can't take Pull up to the house, you thought you died and seen the pearly gates Nowadays, respect the ones who talkin' good Behind my back and say the bad shit to my, to my face Why complain about things I can change? Yeah (I can change) Soldiers 'round me, we done been through major pain (major pain) Laser focused, AOL, been had AIM Got a lot of hunnids, stayed a hunnid Life just changed, uh (life done changed) What you do when you got bitches blowin' you kisses? (Kisses) Opposition sendin' death wishes (damn) Either way, it made me no difference I done outdid the predictions, I'm a underground king Always had the tunnel vision, I'm consistently consistent So, ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (way) Ain't nobody finna do dat (yeah) Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (respect) Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (respect it) Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (type of way) Ain't nobody finna do dat (ayy) Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (ay) Monday Magic, Tuesday (whoo) Spent a quarter million on the coochie (ayy) Wednesday, he had ranned up on me, I got ruthless Thursday, I'm Ferrari horsin', niggas moosin', yeah I just had to wake up and pay Uncle Sam today I been in the trenches giving back like anyway (oh, yeah) I just bought the pinkie Berkie' for my Easter baby Got her throwin' diamonds in the air like it's a play pen Can't let 'em trick me out of nothin', long as I'm livin' I can't let her go outside as long as I'm givin' it I won't never hold a freak ho against her will Still won't let 'em do me any kinda way with no skill Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way Ain't nobody finna do dat Ain't nobody finna do me any type of way (respect) Ain't nobody finna do me dirty, no way (respect it) Can't no one do me dirty Can't no one do me like that, no Can't no one do me dirty Can't no one do me like that, no I know No, no, no No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Can't nobody do me dirty, bitch (bitch) All that fake shit over, we don't take, we take shit over Army, Navy, paper soldiers Cut the grass and face the cobras I'm a walking bucket list (woah) Product of my sufferin' (woah) Kobe at the Rucker, bitch Tripplin' doublin', runnin' his shit I learned that prayin' has got ammunition Please let it rain down 'til it drown out my city (god) The fruits of my labor came all to fruition You talkin' bout "I," you ain't got no vision We not me, lil' bitch Built like we sell bricks Fuck blogs, read my lips Doin' me dirty the only thing that you won't do in this bitch, bitch Bitch