Lyrical Breakdown of Sneakin’ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sneakin’" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Sneakin’" 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 Drake 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 Drake's narrative.

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Yeah We got London on da Track This is all God's doin', man, you can't plan it But if the devil's in the details, then I'm satanic 'Bout to take over your city and you can't stand it My accountant say you sinkin' like the Titanic David Blaine last summer, man, you had to vanish I get the hits like somebody pitchin' underhanded Got my Spanish ting convinced that I know Spanish Really, when she get to talkin', I don't understand it You ain't on it right away, you had to wait on it niggas Man, I'm only 29, have some patience with us Plus, I never met nobody from my label, nigga I just pop up with the music then they pay a nigga (yeah) Shit ain't been the same like before I still love it, but I used to love it more FaceTime with my shawty on tour And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yeah Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' Can't afford mistakes, not on this end Make me call my bros for assistance You gon' make me call my bros for assistance Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' Put me in a fucked up position (yeah) You gon' make me call my bros, for assistance Make me call my bro Baby, I'm a savage, I ain't romantic When I come around, these rapper niggas start to panic And they pockets goin' under like the Titanic Got some head last night and it was outstandin' They was hatin' on me then and they hatin' now (hatin' now) She was playin' with me then but she waitin' now (21, 21) Used to sleep inside a den, I got acres now (mansion) I was fightin' niggas then but I'm sprayin' now (blastin') I-I don't pay no mind to no sneak diss (nope) I won't spend a dime on a freak bitch (broke) Niggas takin' cheap shots on some cheap shit (21) They the type to stand in line for some free shit (broke bitch) Baby girl gon' suck it 'til her jaws lock (suck it up) She gon' make put my bitch on call block (fuckin' up) We the ones poppin', we the ones shoppin' (21) We the one droppin', niggas, we the ones (we the ones) They the ones duckin' when them heaters come (21, 21) You that nigga snitchin' on your people, huh? (Shh) 21 Savage, a.k.a. The Reaper, huh? (21) Pussy niggas gettin' shot for all that reachin', huh? (Ya dig?) Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (shut the fuck up) Can't afford mistakes, not on this end (can't fuck up) Make me call my bros for assistance (21) You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (bros) Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' (hol' up) Put me in a fucked up position (21) Make me call my bros for assistance Make me call my bro, dawg I dont need love, I'm the GOAT, I just hit the beat and float And I'm sellin' out arenas, but you puttin' on a show I been tryna change life around for everyone I know 'Cause if I don't share the wealth, then how the fuck we supposed to grow? Moms stressed, there's a lot of things we need Chain smokin' in the house, it's hard to breathe I used to had to hit my T's with Febreeze Jordan pull up in the TL, now I'm cheese I'ma turn this TSX to a Benz soon I'ma see a lot of blessin's for my friends soon 150-inch screen in my bedroom 6'1", man, that nigga need some leg room Shit ain't been the same like before They don't even wanna look up at the score FaceTime with my shawty on tour And she textin' purple hearts 'cause she know that we at war, yeah Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' Can't afford mistakes, not on this end Make me call my bros for assistance You gon' make me call my bros for assistance (yeah) Niggas keep reachin' and dissin' Put me in all fucked up position Make me call my bros, for assistance Make me call my bro Oh (oh)