Lyrical Breakdown of Ride On Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ride On Me" 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 "Ride On Me" 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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Bitch, this Gucci shirt cost 15 hundred
Bitch, this Hermes cost 16 hundred
15 pairs of 1's cost 15 hundred
I need a quarter pound, cost 15 hundred
I need a zip, bitch, that's two hundred
Nigga tried to charge me five hundred
He think I give a fuck 'cause I got money
Ain't no nigga gon' tryna ride on me
Nigga slide on me
They gon' bring yo guys on me
Bring yo .40 wit you
Nigga, bring your shawty's with you
"Just Do It", Nike
Nigga, you don't like me
Nigga, I don't know you
You got your hand out, I don't owe you
Pistols up, pistols blow you
We got them pistols tucked but we will show you
What the fuck we gon' do?
Have them fucking pistols fucking on you
350 in the coupe
Nigga, who the fuck is you?
Two hundred in the truck
Running niggas over, running thots up in the truck
Bitch, this Gucci shirt cost 15 hundred
Bitch, this Hermes cost 16 hundred
Fifteen pairs of 1's cost 15 hundred
I need a quarter pound, cost 15 hundred
I need a zip, bitch, that's two hundred
Nigga tried to charge me five hundred
He think I give a fuck 'cause I got money
Ain't no nigga gon' tryna ride on me
Ball, Ride a 5180 on the dash
He was driving fast
Thought he was gon' crash
It's a Super Charger
I bought a Hemi on that ass
He drinking gold bottles, I bought Remy on they ass
Straight block shit
Pull up, get shot quick
We pulled off quick
Why, bitch? 'Cause we seen a dick
This that straight drop shit
Straight out the pot shit
Turn a 1 hundred into a brick
Turn a 60 into a lick
Turn a 50 pack into a fit
Turn a five hundred pack into my wrist
Yeah, I'm shining, bitch
I turned some money into diamonds, bitch
Bitch, this Gucci shirt cost 15 hundred
Bitch, this Hermes cost 16 hundred
Fifteen pairs of 1's cost 15 hundred
I need a quarter pound, cost 15 hundred
I need a zip, bitch, that's two hundred
Nigga tried to charge me five hundred
He think I give a fuck 'cause I got money
Ain't no nigga gon' tryna ride on me
West Coast, smoking on the best dope