Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Niggas - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap Niggas" 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 "Trap Niggas" 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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Times getting hard but a nigga still gettin' it Young rich niggas, in this motherfucker When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Weighed 1008 grams on the square I got a lower case T across my chest Your crackhouse doin' numbers then you blessed You move your momma to a crib from the 'jects It's so much alcohol and kush on my breath We prayin' five times a day to catch a plug A few bean pies stashed in the trunk Shoot dice all day and sell dust You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gon' bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What? When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas Hasta Ia-la-uego wake up with that Glock, okay though Stash the dope inside a Winnebago in Decatur You got your work, you posted up in the hood Bodago Lil' woadie loading up that yopper before he brush his teeth Gotta roll a backwood up while he count the cheese We on the turf, getting active on the backstreet I'm drinkin' Actavis, the only thing that relax me I'm on drugs, every single day I pop a seal We talk that lingo 'round here, we try to work a deal You pull up round here, they serve you here to Dixie Hills You hit Old Nat, I know you gotta see a traphouse Gotta cock it back, gotta hit it shit without When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas When you wake up before you brush your teeth You grab your strap, nigga Only time you get down on your knees Shooting craps, nigga Fuck what you heard, God blessin' all the trap niggas God blessin' all the trap niggas You loaded up, they talkin' shit, you gone bust Told yourself a million times, you don't give a fuck Sold over a million dimes, hangin' in the cut Sold over a million dimes, I don't give a fuck What? (Trap niggas)