Lyrical Breakdown of Walnuts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Walnuts" 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 "Walnuts" 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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Know how we rocking, man, we going nuts, man Going nuts, man, fucking sluts, man Fucking up these bucks Man, copping mansions, man Flexing on these overgrown goofy ass niggas Going walnuts Going walnuts, ayy i'm going walnuts, ayy Bitch, I'm going walnuts Bitch, I'm going walnuts I can't eat no walnuts But guess what? Bitch, I'm going walnuts I'm going so nuts, I'm going walnuts, ayy Going Planters, going walnuts Going cashews, going walnuts, ayy She want credit, I am not a cashier Free promotion, I don't know, that's weird She want me to fuck her That’s my thot from last year Ayy, I can’t do that shit, that’s backwards We going forward with this shit I'm buying toys with this shit I'm buying guns with this shit, ayy I'm getting funds off this shit, ayy She gotta suck on my dick, ayy Just to step in my crib, ayy, ayy Bitch, my crib is two mill, ayy Or three mill, I really don't Know what it is, ayy, ayy But I'm fucking rolling hard I'm still up, 7 o'clock AM I'm thinking about mayhem, spray him Sosa only pull up if they pay him Smoking trees, getting top, lollipop I still want some fucking more zombie top But I already fucked, ayy I got a new mansion, she was at my other one Ayy i think she like my shower, ayy, ayy She went in 'bout a hour, ayy, ayy We fucked for 'bout some hours, ayy She was counting her singles up On my money counter, ayy You smoke sativa, I smoke downers, ayy Too much damn THC, I'ma lunger, ayy I'ma get that chopper, I'ma lumber And niggas won't be talking no damn longer Ayy i fucked DMX baby mama, ayy Ladera, Shakira Or whatever that bitch name is She threw it back for me I hit her, I sent that bitch a plane ticket I'm smoking Mary Jane, nigga Bling all in my chain, nigga Where that chain come from? Johnny Dang Nigga gang, nigga Gun bang like my chop Wayne, nigga They like, "Sosa, you think you Wayne nigga?" Hell nah, that's my nigga though, gang nigga Bang, nigga