Lyrical Breakdown of Now - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Now" 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 "Now" 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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I got my jewelry on me right now
[?] on right now
Got 100 rhymes all on the seat right now
I got your bitch and she with me now
I had a sip of that codeine now
Hot like a pull up [?] now
My goons get it done with a mac 11
You nigga gon' ride for the shit we ride
Be cool on that fuck shit
And [?] on that fuck shit
We work that dope out the mud pit
We on that dope and that mud shit
We tryna sell niggas some love shit
Niggas try to flex they mussels on us
We cut 'em off and bought some better choppas
We'll fuck you bitches, let my brother hit 'em
Fuck you niggas, let my robbers get 'em
They just wanna see me Imma [?]
Wanna fuck some commas up at my dealer
Fuck you lemma up doin' numbers
Pop a molly up, I remember
Better put your Mrs. up Imma get her
Fuck her in the mouth and then kiss her
Got the crib out with all pistols
I got my grill in, 20 thousand
For the few chains, that a new raise
I got this cute dame, give a fuck about her
She want all this fame and a million dollars
I done took this pain and I'm none of-
Keep a few rings, give a fuck about 'em
I'm in that new Range, give a fuck about 'em
50 grand on the Musain
Sippin' drank at the [?]
Hit the booth, let the booth flame
We ain't never cool, we just say that shit
For this bitch, you gotta play my shit
Run it back and then say my shit
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing it
I'm over that
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing
Dawg, I'm over now
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing
Dawg, I'm over that
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing
I got my jewelry on me right now
[?] on right now
Got 100 rhymes all on the seat right now
I got your bitch and she with me now
I had a sip of that codeine now
Hot like a pull up [?] now
My goons get it done with a mac 11
You nigga gon' ride for the shit we ride
Be cool on that fuck shit
And [?] on that fuck shit
We work that dope out the mud pit
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing it
I'm over that
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing
Dawg, I'm over now
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing
Dawg, I'm over that
All that old shit, y'all niggas still doing