Lyrical Breakdown of CHICKENS (feat. EST Gee) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "CHICKENS (feat. EST Gee)" 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 "CHICKENS (feat. EST Gee)" 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.
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Woah, woah (Wheezy outta here)
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Keep all my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Married my money, chicken
Woah, woah
Chickens, chickens (put up the rings)
Chickens, chickens, chickens, chickens (pour that 'deine)
Chickens, chickens
All I talk is chickens, chickens (all I, all I talk 'bout racks)
Chickens, chickens, chickens, chickens
Kitchen
Sit down and stay down until you come up
Go fuck an M an' M up on the truck
Snatch up a Bentley truck just off the row
Without this Richard, my swag up to par
Over three M an' Ms just on the car
Ballin' like every day, night 'til tomorrow
Give me a Sprite, I'ma fill it up with dope
Totin' the fire, nigga, I hope you don't choke
What you do? Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hundred bitches, they calling me Chamberlain
New millennium, look like an alien
Put a mil' on the scale, gotta weigh 'em in
I take off, see the fire out the tail end
Tell the troops up and load up a caravan
I maneuver, but I got a ratchet
Had the bulletproof whip, we'll crash it (crash it)
When you dealing with demons, we careless
Different levels to hitters and bad bitches
I was geekin', I smashed on a catfish
I was leanin' and stopped all the Xanax
I been meanin' to cut back on ecstasy
I been thinkin' 'bout findin' an exit
On the E-way, I know you can't catch me
Ain't go nowhere without pourin' the Tuss' up
Get together in leather and cut it up
Black foreign automobiles, Wakanda
Ain't goin' nowhere, we fuckin' this shit up every single summer
Like when I was sellin' coke inside the trenches
Know a nigga go bonkers
(Wheezy outta here)
How you gettin', nigga, what you doin'?
Chicken, chickens, chickens, chickens, chicken, chicken, chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken, chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens, chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, you ain't got no sack, you rappin' 'bout your partner pack
On me even OT like I don't know how to lack
This ain't '03, I ain't Jeezy, leave with it, can't bring it back
Slime language, phone might be tapped
Five racks make her lay on her back
Pop me another one, try and relax
Save the opinions, I just want the facts
Do your opps die? Yeah, all the goddamn time
Do them shots fly? Yeah, arm, chest, neck, mind
How much more I gotta buy to get the price to 25?
I'm the real thing, I been a plug, can get it to you still
This that pure 'caine, you add the soda, it won't fuck up the feel
Used to cook Hank, the vinegar, it swell, keep the smell
Take a heap from out that block, I know his drop 'cause he can't tell
On my block, yeah, I'm like Pac, but I ain't dyin' or goin' to jail
Used to serve lows with my pops, he had the spots, I had the mail
I found life inside a pie, a bust down AP watch as well
She know I'm rich but sittin' here pissed
Like she ain't leaving 'til I pay her, crazy
Chickens, chickens, chickens, chicken (Wheezy outta here), chicken, chicken
All I want is chicken, chicken, chickens, chickens
Chickens, chickens, chicken, yeah
Pluto been fuckin' this shit up, goin'
Yeah, I ain't goin' nowhere without my tool
Yeah, yeah, chicken
Yeah, kitchen, yeah, yeah, yeah