Lyrical Breakdown of Streets Made Me A King - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Streets Made Me A King" 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 "Streets Made Me A King" 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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Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off Workin' on the avenue, Young Pluto came up servin' raw Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone (Metro) (Can I trust you?) (Why don't you trust me?) (Metro Boomin want some more, nigga) Yeah I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings The street made me a king Five thousand pounds in a tractor, I'ma get 'em off Workin' on the avenue, Young Pluto came up servin' raw Fuck the Constitution, bitch, I grew up in the drug zone All this prostitution, ho, you know a nigga love gone Smack a ho, then pass her to my brother, then we toast Thought I would come in Lamborghini, whipped up in the Ghost Millionaire, young nigga had done made it off the porch Million-dollar 'Rari, got it parked beside the Porsche Go digital, sittin' in the fish bowl, super sport VVSs invisible, shine on my arms Racks got me gone, got me feelin' King Kong Trappin' out the house, keep some fire in the slums High skills, poppin' pills, then we solo for 'em Shorty them on a drill, they 'bout to go out and perform Hop in the Phantom, then I skrrt away Millionaire cover, what else I'ma say? I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings The street made me a king I just blew a check, could've bought a mansion Ice all white, Marilyn Manson Get it out the mud, started spendin' Sent that boy to Maryland, Steve Francis (swish) You ain't shit until you become a big dog You ain't shit until you become a big dog (yeah, yeah) You ain't shit until you become a big dog You ain't shit until you become a big dog, yeah (Why don't you trust me?) I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up servin' fiends Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings The street made me a king (I knew we couldn't trust them) I don't give a fuck how good she look, ain't trustin' none of the tings I got white girls on me, Avril Lavigne When I smell the smoke, nigga, I turn to gasoline Underground like I'm UGK, but I'm Supreme We ain't spoon-fed, nigga, we came up serving fiends Hit my target every time, it's like I'm shootin' a beam Ridin' Bentley presidential, I'll give a nigga his wings The street made me a king