Lyrical Breakdown of Levels (Feat. Kodak Black) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Levels (Feat. Kodak Black)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DaBaby weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Levels (Feat. Kodak Black)" 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 DaBaby 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 DaBaby's narrative.
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Yeah, yeah
Ain't heard a sound from the opps, they been put up
Better have them bitches out when they pull up
That ain't DaBaby, that's my baby
Yeah (mhm-mhm)
Yeah, yeah (mhm-mhm)
Go (mhm-mhm)
Yeah, yeah
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper (uh)
Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (uh-huh)
She wanna see what's up with my pimpin' (get me)
Wonder why a nigga so aggressive (wonder why, let's go)
Show you how to deal with a stepper (yeah)
Need me somethin' real and some affection
Said I'd always be bae, didn't it? (Mm-mm)
Said I'm tryna fuck on you right now
Say that pussy was mine, bae, don't play with it
Pull that thang out, put that in your mouth
I ain't got that much time, no, I stay busy
I got shit on my mind and I can't get it
Off until you come ride on this thing with it
Up and down, side to side, girl, don't play with it, slidin' all day in it
Love me a bitch got the twirl in the hips like a dancer (yeah)
Made me fuck her on camera (go)
She know I won't leak it, she been my lil' secret
She trust me like family (yeah)
That's the type of thug love that we havin'
Treat her just like a slut when we smashin'
Put my thumb in the butt, make it nasty (ooh)
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (uh-huh)
She wanna see what's up with my pimpin' (get me)
Wonder why a nigga so aggressive (wonder why) (let's go)
Show you how to deal with a stepper (yeah)
Need me somethin' real and some affection
They come in here, they eatin' french fries
Usually I never sympathize
Baby, you got you a gangster this time
I'm winnin', it cost me a mansion to rhyme
Steppin' on niggas and standin' on bitches
She lovin' my pimpin', she notice we different
She want me, I'm fresh out of prison
She like her a nigga who killin'
She hear how they comin' up missin'
I'm gangster, but I'm on my business
Big boy drippin', Dior not in stores, ayy
She never rolled in a Porsche, yeah
I know your life was bored
'Cause you never had you a Snipe' before
Rich-ass shooter got big-ass jewelers
Ain't doin' no losin', she see me, she droolin'
Levels (yeah, yeah)
Rich-ass steppers (yeah)
She never been hit by a stepper (go)
Fuck me with my glick on the dresser (uh-huh)
She wanna see what's up with my pimpin' (get me)
Wonder why a nigga so aggressive (wonder why) (let's go)
Show you how to deal with a stepper (yeah)
Need me somethin' real and some affection