Lyrical Breakdown of Bank Closed - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bank Closed" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chief Keef weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bank Closed" 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 Chief Keef 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 Chief Keef's narrative.
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So they callin' me a legend off a
Six years of work
So I guess in another six years
(Commission) , I'd be a god to you niggas
(Holiday Season)
Yeah, I'm a god to you niggas, man
Feed me grapes and shit ha ha haha
This is Bang 2 right here
Sosa what up, nigga? Bang nigga
Bang nigga (Oh it's Holiday Season nigga)
Chi Town what's up?
I got two chains on, I got two thangs on me
Shawty gave me head like she
Got two brains on her (yeah)
Can't wear these trues no more
Bitch I got food stains on 'em
This nigga say he don't like me
This bitch got who ringtone (damn)
I got Play-Doh, I don't play though
And I just smoked earth boy, not no mango
And right now
I like Beamer trucks not no Range Rovers
On my way to pick up 50 thousand
But the bank closed
What you say hoe, I got a K hoe
Shoot a nigga dead
Then go smoke my brains out
I don’t wife no bitch
I ain't got no main hoe
Ion't fuck with niggas, I see haters, Maino
Ben Franklins hang on, checkout my bankroll
I ain't answer my FaceTime
So this bitch try to tango
And I know that I'm a rapper
I still got them thangs on me
Spilled a drink on me
I slapped her 'cause I had to change clothes
Here the cops comin'
Had to smoke a nigga 'cause he a lame
I'm not one why you think I bought this
Double trigger? I'ma spark somethin'
Tadoe off that molly, tryna pop somethin'
Try to take my jewelry, you'll get shot up
I got two chains on, I got two thangs on me
Shawty gave me head like she
Got two brains on her
Can't wear these trues no more
Bitch I got food stains on 'em
This nigga say he don't like me
This bitch got who ringtone (damn)
I got Play-Doh, I don't play though
And I just smoked earth boy, not no mango
And right now
I like Beamer trucks not no Range Rovers
On my way to pick up 50 thousand
But the bank closed