Lyrical Breakdown of Finessin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Finessin" 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 "Finessin" 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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One thing about me, I know how to get out the mud nigga Fly shit on Rags to riches I ain't lookin' back Yeah, F.B.G. We global now nigga Payin' dues Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', we came up from nothin' Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', Finessin', we went from rags to riches Whippin' up that Frank Lucas Cookin' up that Young Poochie Beamer cool with a clear view Got 'Rari with the clear view Trapped out I'm on CNN Space shuttle I done went to Mars Call this bitch who can taste the dick Got a gutter bitch gonna take a charge Went to Paris on a weekday And I'm comin' back in a couple months Everyday I wake up I'm drinkin' lean, I'm smokin' blunts Dropped out of my high school Then I went and copped me a drop top Got residue on my dreadlocks My whole style unorthodox Tradin' in my hand scale Started sellin', them big bells 30 bricks by 30 bricks I could sell a nigga some oatmeal Sell a nigga some horse feed Cashin' out for a hundred pounds Sell a nigga some A-1 I'll cook it up for you right now Credit card my swipe game I strike off like lightning Fuck with me, my lick game ... excite me I'm takin' off like MJ My check game like Nike Anytime I get that cash That cash make me hyphy I'm jumpin' off my products Stackin' up my dollars I stay chasin that guala Ain't no turnin' up my collar Represent my city Nigga want game gotta pay pesos That pink inside my Styrofoam Got yellow bones on my iPhone Runnin' up like a treadmill Conversation gotta pay field... Everything I wear nigga Is Farrago in public High top Margiela's Thousand dollars for a sweater Money talk no pressure Everything disrespectful