Lyrical Breakdown of 7 Am Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "7 Am Freestyle" 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 "7 Am Freestyle" 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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Nigga, me and Pluto in this bitch like 7 in the morning, nigga
No sleep nigga
Still been sippin' all night, nigga
Money drip
Wheezy outta here
She give me top in the Tesla
I'm a invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga et cetera
I'm on a whole nother level
I take Perkies to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a demon
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
Ate at 20, mind on chopper
I'm fuckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Spend a check on that pussy
I got designer all over my hoodie
Yo' nigga ain't real, yo' nigga a pussy
Look, there he go
He get a few shots, bow
Out the draco
Blue cheese stuck to my jeans, yeah yeah
Double i'm geeked off lean, yeah yeah
Baped up, lookin' like [king] yeah yeah
Bad bitch pulling up my sleeve, yeah yeah
Northside Gucci my feet, yeah yeah
Haven't been to sleep in a week, yeah yeah
Bite down on my teeth
You smell codeine when I pee, yeah yeah
Sipping on red lean
Gun got a red beam
No niggas from the red team
They go brazy
Pull up in that a new ting
I was fucking on new ting
Bad bitch with a tongue ring
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
Ate at 20, mind on chopper
I'm fuckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
Pour me a four and another [I love it] (sip, sip, sip)
Its me and Hendrix in the club
Wondering if we gonna take your bitch
We already got 5
We was gonna make her 6
I didn't eat today, but I took the perc
And I pray to god, it won't make me sick
Pour me some drugs in the cup, no rush like sip, sip, sip
Ain't got enough fingers for all these rings
I'm drip, drip, drip
Turn them lil niggas to fiends, all they wanna do is bust clips
Keep a Mac-11 with a beam
I'm Gucci, don't slip
Gold in your face yeah, yeah
Flooded out baguettes
Came up in the hallway
Serving J yeah, yeah
Money coming every way
My bitch'll pay, yeah, yeah
Ate at 20, mind on chopper
I'm fuckin her face, yeah yeah
Man you tripping, I'm spilling the sauce
It dripping over, yeah yeah
She give me top in the Tesla
I'm a invest in the extra
I'm getting money, power, hoes, clothes, nigga ect
I'm on a whole nother level
I take percys to fight all my demons
It don't help that my bitch is a devil