Lyrical Breakdown of Self - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Self" 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 "Self" 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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Niggas know how I rock
Bow down bitch
My name king sosa now
I mean King Keef
I ain't Chief Keef no mo
They want the old Sosa. For what doe?
Thats a crazy low down dirty cut throat
I'm smoking earth let me show you how my heart go
Got my 9 on me bitch, Rondo
I brought the bank out, Wells Fargo
You ain't getting money boy that not yours
I bought a pint of lean, I'mma sip it by my self
Sneak diss and find yourself, by yo self
'member on the block posted by myself
That bitch told me to control myself, I told her to go find yourself
Cdai got 22 Shots n he comin all By himself
Well now you gotta find me with him so nigga go hide yo self
You ain't getting money yo lil lying self
Get a $100, 000 check and spend it by myself
Bitch, don't miss this jet, I'll get in it by myself
And if I wanna fuck I'mma hit it by myself
Dat bitch wanna picture by herself, by herself
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You ain't squad bitch, I'll leave you by yaself, by ya self
And go and get this money by myself, by myself
I got some niggas dat some hittas by they self
Don't care if you with them niggas or if you by yourself
T-Roy got a gun that's bigger than him
And he gon' blow that bitch all by himself
He don't miss, he gon' leave the right one left
Can't find a bitch you say you see the right one where
I gotta glo, I know the people like to stare
Baby, gotta glow up one day, might as well
You want that hot shit?
Pull up on yo' block, let that Glock spit
Two jocks in my hand, you on that opp shit?
Broad day, out the car with the mop sticks
Have you running to your broad like "Aw shit!"
I'mma hitta by myself, you are not shit
1017 Glo gang these hoes on our dick
I'mma hitta by myself, you are not shit
1017 Glo gang these hoes on our dick
Dat bitch wanna picture by herself, by herself
I just drunk a pint of lean by myself, by myself
You ain't squad bitch, I'll leave you by yaself, by ya self
And go and get this money by myself, by myself