Lyrical Breakdown of Extra - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Extra" 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 "Extra" 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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FBG FXX with me, it's more number ones to tend to Talk to a baddie, call me in traffic Come up to Magic you tryna see me Rich ass nigga Lost a couple mil' last year, got figures Made a couple bags, my bag got bigger I'ma make it hard for them to trace my pictures, goddamn Made a hundred mil', my nigga Need a big booty bitch to fall in love with me I can make it hard for you to fall in love with me My bitch asked me why I always stay extra-d out All my whips got extras now Why so many hoes on the low? You know Why my niggas extras? (Extra, extra, extra) Why my bitch so extra? I'm always on extra Pour me another one, I cannot slow Until I can't feel no more pain Pour me another one, I cannot slow Until I can't feel no more pain Jump out this bitch, got the water again These bitches calling me Aquaman I got her phone number callin' again (Callin' again, callin' again) Benjis on Benjis on Benjis again That's all I been on since you got with him Ain't been the same since, I wanna save my pain You know it's all before, man, these hoes all in love Had to hit all the clubs, swapped out the ones before Big booty from my city, never seen nothin' like Nothin' like hit it, quit it My bitch asked me why I always stay extra-d out All my whips got extras now Why so many hoes on the low? You know Why my niggas extras? (Extra, extra, extra) Why my bitch so extra? I'm always on extra Pour me another one, I cannot slow Until I can't feel no more pain (Rich nigga, rich nigga) (Extra, extra) (Rich nigga, rich nigga) I'm so (Extra)