Lyrical Breakdown of Jumpin on a Jet - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Jumpin on a Jet" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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Yeah hoe (Jumping on and off the jet)

We say it's up

Then it's up

Perfect timing

Throw the diamond in my cup

Solitaires on my ankle, I'm way up

See, you trolling, and that shit not weighing up

Lambo truck, and I'm flexing, Prince's cup

On the G4, Fendi my clothes, top of the globe

Put the carats in my nose

Never did fold, and I won't sell my soul

Platinum rose gold

Phillipe my hoes

Tricking it oh-oh-off

Fucking on a star

Might get your car

I was standing on the bar

Me and my squad

We dripping in Ar

Ordered the 14 passenger

Flyest nigga in America

Fresh Chanel and a manicure

VVs got my hoes sprung

Jumping on and off the jet

Jumping on and off

Say it's war

We gon' down him and fuck his hoe

I'm the boy, putting these marbles in my doors

I can't change, ya gotta swip wit' us

On my reign

I'm on flames, me and my hoe play gangbang

I'm a superstar, but I already got my stains

I was in the back seat, but I know I was switching lanes

Headrest, clearport

I stay deadfresh, far in my transport