Lyrical Breakdown of WIFI LIT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WIFI LIT" 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 "WIFI LIT" 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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Zaytoven Woah, woah, woah Gone in the sky, over 20,000 I keep my wifi lit I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick I leave a bitch in the cold, oh I don't act poor no more I left her sitting at the Loews, oh 'Cause she wasn't touching her toes, no I'm on some rich nigga shit It's all about rich nigga timing Fully loaded whip I'm gone curve you kindness I'm in Hermes drip, not in the store, you can't find it I got stacks on me and they won't fit no wallet I got Gucci socks on me and money in every pocket I got Burberry seats, the color teriyaki I'm on another wave Cut the head off the Porsche Running with a pack of wolves, ain't no extorting VIP with 8 K's, very important Always riding with a gas torch Always riding with a mask Young nigga playing with a pinky ring Cost over 500 bags Already know your homie singing They 'bout to get him wacked Soon as you let up, relax That's when they waiting to attack Platinum majority of the plaques Striking it off like a match Gone in the sky, over 20,000 I keep my wifi lit I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick You came from public housing You serving hand to hand, oh You got that good salmon, And smoking it fresh out the can You know how to stir your bowl up You know how to flip your bands I'm bout to go take 200,000, just to go shop in Japan I know the opps they thinking foul We 'bout to take out they mans We got to make some bullets shower Show you we ain't playing You gon' smell this gun powder It's gone make you dance I've been counting it up for hour Done cramped my hands Gone in the sky, over 20,000 I keep my wifi lit I spend over 5,000, that's just on one fit I'm not going back no more when I ain't have shit Pray I get a new connect, pray I get a brick Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa Wifi lit Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa That's an assist Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa Have a chicken Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa Got them sticks Wifi lit, wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit Wifi lit (Auntie, auntie) Wifi lit, woah, woah, whoa Wifi lit (Shoutout to Lil Mexico, Kirkwood) Master bitch, woah, woah, whoa That's an assist (Auntie, auntie) Cooking grits, woah, woah, whoa (JB, know I mean) Have a chicken Fuck your clique, woah woah, whoa Got them sticks Let's go!