Lyrical Breakdown of SELLIN CRACK (feat. Offset) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SELLIN CRACK (feat. Offset)" 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 "SELLIN CRACK (feat. Offset)" 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, gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music, like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
I ain't dancin' around, like I'm Ja Morant
Yeah, this nigga get out of line with his gang
He gon' fuck around, die with his camp
I'm on a fourteen-hour long flight overseas
I'ma sit back and try get a nap
I'm on the way overseas, do a show for four-hundred
Why these niggas that hate got no money?
Yeah, by myself out of state with my glizzy (yeah)
Know the first nigga play, I'm gon' bun him
Yeah, I remember makin' plays, before onions
Yeah, I remember the days they weren't with me (mm)
Like my uncle, Ray say Mississippi (mm)
'Fore I go, gotta take least one with me
Please don't tell me that you lackin'
You gon' fuck 'round, get your ass caught out of bounds
Now I cleaned him up, go get a napkin
If you eatin', then go pay your taxes
Yeah, came a long way from sharin' bed with big brother
Had to sleep on the floor, on the mattress
And If I can keep it up, I'm goin' platinum
Hmm, again, nigga, believe that
Gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music, like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
I ain't dancin' around, like I'm Ja Morant
Yeah, this nigga get out of line with his gang
He gon' fuck around, die with his camp
I'm on a fourteen-hour long flight overseas
I'ma sit back and try get a nap
Yeah, I'ma sit back on this bitch and try get some sleep
I'm tryna get a billion, you tryna get a freak
I ran into her, she tryna get me
I didn't do it, couldn't find time to speak
Vibe to my music, when I'm out of reach
Y'all niggas students, guess I gotta teach
Niggas don't play with this shit, that's on me
I put my name on this shit, I'm on G
I ain't comin' off of that shit
I'm somewhere in Boston, them niggas gon' pay for that fee
I just ran out of gas in my Rolls Royce
And weren't payin' attention and didn't know the tank was on E
Gotta talk fast when you're talkin' to a nigga
With some motion, 'cause he always got places to be
And I'ma have the last laugh if it ain't what you motherfuckers think
And then, okay, just stay focused, let's see
Gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music, like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
I ain't dancin' around, like I'm Ja Morant
Yeah, this nigga get out of line with his gang
He gon' fuck around, die with his camp
I'm on a fourteen-hour long flight overseas
I'ma sit back and try get a nap
I'm sendin' pass to the NAWF, off the rip (NAWF)
Dope boy shit, L1 with the fit (dope)
Pop my shit, double-R with the kick (pop it)
She ain't never been with a star, no pics (hey)
I'm servin', I'm splurgin', I'm watchin' my back I'm observin'
Trunk full of birdies, it's makin' me nervous
Uh, Louis V, this one Virgil, uh, this bitch bad, I curve her (hey)
Hop in the Lamb' and I speed
I call it and call it the grace of the P (Lamb')
Get a boat, let it go in the street (let it go)
It's a mow, let it grow, like a seed (grow)
I cock it, I pop it, I make me a profit
The plug is a socket, the wrist is on aqua
Somebody get him, nobody can stop him
Guaranteed, get back, somebody gon' pop him (get back)
Yeah, gotta win back my junkies
I'm makin' music, like I'm sellin' crack
Yeah, I'm in the club with that fire
I ain't dancin' around, like I'm Ja Morant
Yeah, this nigga get out of line with his gang
He gon' fuck around, die with his camp
I'm on a fourteen-hour long flight overseas
I'ma sit back and try get a nap