Lyrical Breakdown of Havin It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Havin It" 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 "Havin It" 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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Yeah, hey (We really havin' paper) Lil Mexico shit nigga (I'm talkin' bout we havin' real bands in this shit, you dig?) Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah I got a check and I'm havin' it I got a check and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it You drank and havin' no check You basically havin' no check And now we gon' aim at your flesh And niggas gon' aim at your chest We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks Fuck all that social media, I leave it up to the kids We go to lunch at Cheetah then we go back to the six I know the tricks of the trade, I wanna hit me a lick Lionel Richie to a bad bitch 50, 000 on a bad bitch Keep a .5 in a mattress Fuck that bitch, she a savage Gold digger, she a savage I'ma pass her to the savage Tom Fords on everyday Upper Echelon everyday Get the funds on everyday I cash out, no layaway Real one, no fame daddy We gon' get into all the fame daddy Patek Phillipe in the plane daddy Got the gang-gang in the plane daddy Styrofoams and some red bottoms 50, 000, the feds got it Real diamonds, yeah, real diamonds Pop a seal, hope you feel better Chanel 6, I sign on Fully loaded, that Scion I grinded up, you just payin' off I'm blood money like the Phantom I swear that this voucher could dance on you Murder squad, I stand on you No facade, I stand on you I swear to God I stand on you Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah I got a check and I'm havin' it I got a check and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it You drank and havin' no check You basically havin' no check And now we gon' aim at your flesh And niggas gon' aim at your chest We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks You can tell I'm havin' bitch, I ain't gotta manage it All of my diamonds be here, you can tell by the clarity We rockin' red diamonds, you rockin' the rhinestones Act' in my styrofoam, I'm gettin' my grind on These niggas just hate that I'm gettin' it Well fuck it, I sold out the citadel Some of these gas bags and the trash bags Got you wonderin' where the stash at We robbin' (?) no handgun I'ma put on for my day one Real come get, no Akon Pink grass look like Barry Bonds You think I ain't back with a check? You think I ain't got no finesse? You think my niggas ain't killers? You think that my niggas won't aim at your head? Drop a check on you, you a plate now Right price, you get ate now Whole city know I'm havin' it Bands in and I'm taxin' it Yeah-yeah, we havin' it, we havin' it, we havin' it We havin' it yeah, we havin' it yeah I got a check and I'm havin' it I got a check and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it I got the gas and I'm havin' it You drank and havin' no check You basically havin' no check And now we gon' aim at your flesh And niggas gon' aim at your chest We studied how to sell us some crack and then we had learn to finesse Lil Mexico playin' with bails, Lil Mexico playin' with bricks Chanel 6, I sign on Fully loaded, that Scion I grinded up, you just payin' off I'm blood money like the Phantom I swear that this voucher could dance on you Murder squad, I stand on you No facade, I stand on you I swear to God I stand on you