Lyrical Breakdown of Treat Myself - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Treat Myself" 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 "Treat Myself" 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.
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(This is Foenem Radio, on BD)
I'm the one that got the city up
Down, but they love you when you're up (this is Foenem Radio, on BD)
About no lick back, just don't hit me up
My lick back whenever you let me fuck
Say she infatuated with trucks
But we ain't playin' no seven up
I'm a diamond from the rough
Bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, spark a blunt, and be myself
Take a look up in the mirror, I just wanna squeeze myself
I done been through so much smoke to where I couldn't even see myself
I'll never need a bitch, but I'ma always need myself
Diamonds shinin' off my charm, I think I Christmas tree'd myself
I start wearin' yellow diamonds, it'll look like I peed myself
Granny ain't like when I dropped out, granny, I can teach myself
So icy, hand me a jacket, bitch, I ain't tryna freeze myself
G so swung around the jungle, youngin, call him Donkey Kong
Niggas be havin' big-ass mouths like that commercial for HoneyComb
I be laughin' to the bank, you'd think I hit my funny bone
Look at my jewelry selection, bitch, yeah, you know my money long
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't fuck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me fuck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Bitch, I wake up in the morning, look in the mirror, and kiss myself
'Fore a bitch make me mad enough to blick her, I'ma blick myself
And I be workin' so motherfuckin' hard, I'm talkin' so hard, need to tip myself
And that fuck nigga think he smart, tell him I'm smarter than a bitch myself
Bro done passed me the motherfuckin' ball, if I miss the shot, I'ma bench myself
'Fore I let a ho spin me, I'll stand on my toes and spin myself
Nigga think he havin' cash, my pockets swoler than a bitch myself
Foenem ridin' up in a Jeep, that bitch so loud, couldn't hear myself
Thought that nigga bought that Bentley, they repo'd it like, voilà
I got big ol' bands like 50, that bitch gon' get in my car
Stood through fire, storm, sleet, that's the pros of bein' a star
I got a hundred for every motherfuckin' time Bruce Lee said, "Wah"
(Always, always play hard, stay true)
(Always, always play hard, stay true)
(Always, always play hard, stay true)
(It's true)
Started from the bottom, I'm the one that got the city up
They don't fuck with you when you're down, but they love you when you're up
Told that bitch I don't care about no lick back, just don't hit me up
Bitch, I'ma get my lick back whenever you let me fuck
Baby say she love cars, say she infatuated with trucks
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
I got diamonds on my neck, I'm a diamond from the rough
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
I'm not trippin' 'bout no paper, bitch, I gotta treat myself
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up
Told her put her head down, but we ain't playin' no seven up