Lyrical Breakdown of I Feel Like Biggie feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, T.I., Swizz Beatz & Diddy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Khaled weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Feel Like Biggie feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, T.I., Swizz Beatz & Diddy" 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 DJ Khaled employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I've been waiting for a long time (how long) Real damn long time (how long) I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel) Man. I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind2 You know I go hard when it comes to mine I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me Ain't no codefendant do my dirt all by my lonely Down south nigga, talking Jam Pony Rest in Peace to Uncle Al, he showed me my first Rollie Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me But I'm just so vicious Double M worth eighty tickets Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen5 I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga Give Chelsea Clinton the .44 when C.I.A. was with us 305 the realest, Ricky Ross the richest Belaire on my table, I talk it then I live it Ay yo, don't be afraid to be great motherfuckers, let's go All you starve and I eat fast, Mulsanne when I creep past Blacked out, I max out, with the same watch on Meech hand We killing niggas no repents, my momma got like three Jags You talkin' bout you a baller, nigga we really gettin' that street cash Say old money, new work, smell the 'caine on my new shirt My OG said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt2 And my momma said do school work, I was making that tool work And niggas wanted me dead with a whole all in my head Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger So I'm riding round with this Mac on me, and a bunch of shooters in back of us Roll up, you a dead man, headshots when we clap at ya3 We sendin niggas to the motherland, and I ain't talkin' bout Africa Feel like it's me against the world, bury me a G My middle finger to the world, I'm gon' forever be a G3 Pussy nigga want a witness, stay armed, no Biggie When we get busy, no alarms, just semis We pour out a little liquor, thug life, straight balling3 We cradle to the grave, ride when my homie call Give a damn if it mean life or death, what's beef? When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the street They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali5 Hypnotize niggas, I got a story to tell My ambitions as a rider got me "ready to die5 And when we ride on no more pain, we go hard as shit Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch It's an every day struggle nigga, me and my bitch It's unbelievable suicidal thoughts you would get Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast Give me the loot, sorry nigga, give me one more chance You know this shit don't stop, keep these suckers under pressure Hollerin' only God can judge me shawty, I ain't mad at ya Got my mind made up, you nigga "can't see me" A paid thug nigga, that's why shorty wanna be me See a kid around around in your town kick in your door I feel like Pac and Biggie, love the dough more than you know Ay yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness If you ain't ready to be great, man? Ain't no more to it