Lyrical Breakdown of To Fast (feat. Tray Savage) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "To Fast (feat. Tray Savage)" 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 "To Fast (feat. Tray Savage)" 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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Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch Fuck you talking about nigga You know what the fuck it is nigga My niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus On Folks (Hollywood J) I'm in that robot And this bitch don't stop And I got on tank-top with a knot Prolly finna pick up your thot Bitch I'm gang till I rot Tooting Glock like a fox nigga Me and foe'nem be getting on the grass Back to back doing dash in the traffic Grandma told me that I'm living too fast I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast Pulled up them shots they dunking to fast You tried to run but they coming too fast Better not fall, I got them shooters on your ass Then I take a flight to Cuba on your ass What's up in my cup? Mud What's up in the chop? Slugs Swinging bitch like Nunchaku Send this bitch right at yah Sneak diss, we can't let yah Running out of Pesos Stack that shit like lego Always act the A-hole I'm in that robot And this bitch don't stop And I got on tank-top with a knot Prolly finna pick up your thot Bitch I'm gang till I rot Tooting Glock like a fox nigga Me and foe'nem be getting on the grass Back to back doing dash in the traffic Grandma told me that I'm living too fast I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast Fill a cup up, fuck a slut bitch Semi too big, I can't tuck it Niggas rowdy, they with that ruckus I'm in a kush coma, concussion I'm in Barney's buying trousers In New York smoking sours So much chicken, I need flavor At the spot out in Braurer I need space because I'm outer That shit good but this is louder I just exit off a garage Foreign got that money power Get it hoe? I'm money shower That bitch know that world is ours I don't care to race man, bring the prowers Valentino kicks and Gucci trousers Imma need about two-three hours Before I come get the backend Hit the stain and do the magic Hermes belt but I'm still sagging I'm in that robot And this bitch don't stop And I got on tank-top with a knot Prolly finna pick up your thot Bitch I'm gang till I rot Tooting Glock like a fox nigga Me and foe'nem be getting on the grass Back to back doing dash in the traffic Grandma told me that I'm living too fast I fill a cup up and I sip it too fast