Lyrical Breakdown of What I Wanna Do - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What I Wanna Do" 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 "What I Wanna Do" 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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You don't got enough cheese boy (nah) , fuck wrong with you? (huh) You ain't no street nigga Can't make no song with you (nah, nah) Boy that ain't yo cheese It don't belong to you (O'block, O'block) I got so much money, I do what I wanna do (ff beep) wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money, I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? (Sos' baby) Tell me 1 or 2 Got 30 boppers, power pills, codeine And that gunja (That dope) And I don't do that molly Give that shit to Blood Money (Blood Money) And we don't love these bitches we Just fuck 'em and dump 'em (Bitch) And boy don't test me You're best be trying Obama (Bang Bang) I pull up in that 'rari (Skrt) screamin' boy fuck Your Hyundai (Bitch) and I ain't gonna stop 'till Beyonce my fiancée (My bitch) I'm flexin' on these bitches all Gold bottles no Bombay (Nah) Take 50 thousand dollars I'll run through it in one day (Beep, beep) I'm a Glo Boy I be shinin' from My wrist to my gold teeth (GBE baby) And you better be talkin' money When you approach me (Go) I been ballin' so damn hard I Swear I think that I'm Kobe (Swish) You say I ain't gettin' money Pussy boy you don't know me (Bang) You don't got enough cheese boy Fuck wrong with you? You ain't no street nigga Can't make no song with you Boy that ain't yo cheese It don't belong to you I got so much money, I do what I wanna do Wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money, I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2 You don't got enough cheese boy Fuck wrong with you? You ain't no street nigga Can't make no song with you Boy that ain't yo cheese It don't belong to you I got so much money, I do what I wanna do Wanna do, do what I wanna do I got so much money, I do what I wanna do What I wanna do, what I wanna do How many cars should I buy? Tell me 1 or 2