Lyrical Breakdown of Red Bentley - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Red Bentley" 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 "Red Bentley" 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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You do the bag That's what we on? (Murda on the beat, that's not nice, man) Okay, we on some crazy shit (Woo!) Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher Drinkin' syrup, cookin' birds, snatch utensil Crawfish, nigga, jelly, salt as pepper Fresh Prince, Hublot, nigga, black and pink Every time I go in my jewelry box, gotta wear my mink And my drip expensive, 12 karat apiece All my tennis chains look like earrings on obese (Yeah) All a nigga do is drink codeine, make at least a mil' a week (Yeah) No limit, nigga, Gon' see 'bout your dawg, want nothin' but some murders (Yeah) It's a Therapedic, pop the new tags (Yeah) When I piss on diamonds, you can smell the Xan (Yeah) I'm wipin' my ho down with gold, you don't understand (Yeah) Niggas in Paris, I'm with the gang members in France (Yeah) Got a half a ticket scattered on my hands (Yeah) I'm on three drugs, I need a cat scan (Yeah) Wipe the barrel off the nose of that yoppa (Yeah) I got 'em comin' off the bench, Jamal Crawford (Yeah) I kick my shit like Liu Kang, you know that counts (Yeah) Cream and green Rolexes, slime bastard (Yeah) These bitches greet me on their knees 'cause I'm their master (Yeah) I caught a tall European and we wrestled (Yeah) Wrist on a brick, uh, I was just servin' these nicks, uh You on the list, uh, on the Chi, you gon' get hit Pullin' on niggas sticks, think twice 'fore you diss Better not trust that bitch, better not swap your spit I'd rather cop me a whip, I can't diss no bitch 10 thousand dollars worth of clips, we ain't runnin' out of this shit Split a Percocet with the bitch, 500 pointers on my wrist I'm just an international nigga With the shit, 16 hoes at the Ruth Chris I got 10 chains on me, ho, I ain't got nothin' against 2 Chainz (No) We got the block for our door, mama don't need no new paint We still Ferraris and vogues, hop out the jet and go hop on the boat A long way from maintain, gettin' head in the Mulsanne (Let's go) The realest, the trillest, you know I'ma make sure the crew ate When the business get finished, You get hundred racks and the blue Wraith I'm Dennis The Menace, I've been gettin' paid for a couple ages I get the racks from extortin' ladies, 500 mil' off a tour date Your bitch is eatin', fuck her, then we don't speak 40 on me on pre-heat, diamonds on me like RiRi I need the neck, neck, gon' get on your knees This a brand new TEC, gon' and feel that heat You should come get your ho, yeah, I just hit her Yeah, you bad, but I'm kinda fuckin' on your sister Pluto said he don't give a fuck, those twin sisters But fuck twins, I need triplets, redbone like a piglet Uh, now, bitch, keep it movin' That's your nigga, bet I kill him, lil' bitch, I'm a bully With them niggas that pull triggers, please don't overlook it Big ass choppa-choppas, he couldn't even go to the doctor-doctor Money older than your father's father, yeah Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher Pissin' on my watch, like I got a bad bladder I'm simply fuckin' with shawty because her ass fatter All red Bentley truck, Alpha, Kappa They're checkin' my profile, no pic, I'm still fresher