Lyrical Breakdown of Mad As Fck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mad As Fck" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cordae weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mad As Fck" 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 Cordae 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 Cordae's narrative.
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(Baby, please, mm-mm-mm-mm)
(Baby, please, yeah)
(Baby, please, oh-oh)
(Baby, please, ooh)
Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up
Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip, because it's matted up
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as fuck
New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up
Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of Africa
Yeah, I keep the count, count, count, you think I'm Dracula
That 30 quick to flip a nigga patty, like a spatula (ha)
Bougie shawty, said she love my Maryland vernacular
My nigga keep the Uzi like JT, it get to actin' up (pop)
Bought my mom a Bimmer, yeah, she used to whip that Acura truck (skrrt)
Had to get a new crib, 'cause my old crib was inadequate (for real)
Suitland Station, where a young nigga had to catch the bus (on God)
We ask all the bitches who the hottest, they all said it's us
Yeah, ay, coupe cost a cool quarter mill' (let's go)
My Lamborghini color orange teal
New crib paid by the touring deal (let's get a check)
Took your dream girl on a fuckin' date
I still show up late like Lauryn Hill
Then I hit her good in my penthouse
Told her, "Get out", like Jordan Peele
My goodness, my God, my life, no façade
Six-car garage, Bentley, I drive (skrrt)
Big check on big check, split that with the guys
Halle Berry my vibe, but this bitch got me tired
Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up
Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip, because it's matted up (skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God, know she bad as fuck
New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us, go get your cattle up
And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up (fuck 'em)
Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of-
Anyways, tryna stack these Ms, I'm on a renegade (whoo)
Bitch, I be in Cali' like Don T, come sip this lemonade (let's go)
Niggas at your crib with all them tools, ain't there to renovate
I just pray that the Lord forgive me for my sinnin' ways
Ten bands on me, that ain't shit, we blew it yesterday (okay)
40 bands on lawyers, 'cause Lil' Mir Mir might just catch a case (okay)
Fuck 12, 'cause they never cared about us anyways (okay)
I just sold the Benzo, stackin' up just for my next estate (okay)
Ay, ay, all of my niggas be stackin' that bread
And we flip it and triple it, it come in abundance
Back in the day, I would manifest using the ones
But now, we be countin' blue hunnids (let's go)
When I got money, I put my brother on them Bucks
Nigga, I'm feeling like Giannis
And my young nigga stay with the motherfuckin' Drac'
Just like Adonis (brrt)
I don't fuck with these rap niggas, I think all of y'all some hoes (huh)
Feel like crashin' out like K-Dot if a nigga impose (what's good?)
Tryna steal all the sauce, nigga tryna take a young nigga flows (huh?)
Why you mad? I don't fuckin' know
Ay, y'all got me mad as fuck
Bills on bills comin' in, that shit been addin' up (ay)
Say you love me (whoo), where my name? Go and tat' me up
You won't see me drivin' my new whip (ay), because it's matted up (skrrt)
New bitch with me, oh my God (ay), know she bad as fuck
New Ferrari, 900 horsepower (ooh), saddle up
Y'all ain't rich enough to beef with us (oh), go get your cattle up
And I don't fuck with niggas, man, don't even try to dap me up
Black diamonds on me, man, this shit straight out of-