Lyrical Breakdown of So Tree - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "So Tree" 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 "So Tree" 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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I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks on us
Cash fallin' out my pants cause it sticks on me
Hand me the repellent cause this nigga bitch only
Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key
Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree
I'm checkin' the mail
I'm weighin' the scale
I'm buyin' the bail
Smokin' on dope 'til my mind is dull
Nigga like me gon' find a way
Jeans like this, you only find in Paris
Me and cash got some kind of marriage
I got too many diamond pendants
All this ice, I'm divin' in it
Brand new truck, I'm ridin' in it
Meeting gang I'm slidin' in it
LV's all on my denim
Wrist got big diamonds in 'em
Shades got them M's on 'em
Pockets got them bands on 'em
.40 got a fan on it
Accounts, I put bands on it
Payed 6 bands for this Fendi
I get jiggy I get jiggy
Up this .223, I don't trust you, y'all look iffy
I got a hunnid in this choppa since it's just two, y'all get fifty
Dream chasing like Meek Milly
Ridin' with a fifty up yo city, let's get it
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin' out my pants 'cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent 'cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key
Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree
Slick I'm tryna get twenty bathrooms
Need a beach house down in Cancun
I got a view of the stars and the moon
All this marble on the ground, grab a broom
Outside white, red seats in the coupe
Cameras all around it, I can see what you do
24's on it, I can ride through the snow
Cops on my ass, now I'm ridin' real slow
Got one cousin missin', all he know is sell dope
He don't even care about the tourin' and the shows
He don't even wanna fuck the bitches and the hoes
Every time I visit, he in the kitchen with the stove
I remember when the big homies used to shit on me
Pull up in that motherfucker with the sticks, homie
Cash fallin' out my pants 'cause the stick on me
Hand me the repellent 'cause this nigga bitch on me
Remember when I got OG'd by the OGs
Nigga, you can stop actin' like you know me
If I fuck a nigga bitch, I'ma do it low-key
Pullin' out big bucks 'cause I'm So Tree