Lyrical Breakdown of Rich Niggaz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rich Niggaz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Rich Niggaz" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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I hate rich niggas, goddammit 'Cause I ain't never had a lot, dammit Who you had to kill, who you had to rob Who you had to fuck just to make it to the top dammit Or maybe that's daddy money, escalator no ladder money Escalading new caddy money Worst fear going broke 'cause I'm bad with money Crooked smile nigga momma never had the money damn I ain't trippin' A nigga Jordan, I ain't Pippen yeah Up the steps, I ain't slippin' Tears, blood, sweat and I ain't crippin', here's A song you can sing along with when you down On some let you know you ain't alone shit When your momma ain't at home 'cause she got a second job Delivering pizzas you think she out here getting robbed Please God watch her I know how niggas do Half cracker but a nigga too Talking all that shit 'bout your step-pops How he was a dog, now look at you I ain't bad as that nigga plus dawg I'm a grown man now I ain't mad at that nigga But if a plane crashed and it only killed his lame ass I'd be glad it's that nigga, nigga Did Kay dirty now it's back to broke Refund check she used that to float Momma gets depressed falls in love with the next maniac On crack use that to cope Make a nigga smoke a whole sack of dope Writing rhymes tryna bring back the hope Try to ride the storm out and crashed the boat Could've drowned, but I grabbed the rope And there go you And there go you And there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you And there go you And there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul and uh How much for your soul and uh You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul and uh How much for your soul and uh I hate rich niggas goddammit 'Cause I ain't never had a lot dammit Niggas can't front on the flows you got But every fucking verse how much dough you got Homie, don't quit now, hear my shit and tried to switch now Know you felt the shit just now, know you felt the shit just now Ain't that more to you? Don't it ever get boring to you? I realize deep down you a coward getting high off of power Fuck it more to you, saw through you And it made me ashamed that I played the game Not for more money like Damon Wayans Wanted the respect but it came with fame I just wanted love but this ain't the same I took a train down memory lane And watched little Jermaine do his thing before he made a name It's like Sony signed Basquiat He gave it all he got, and now the nigga don't paint the same, damn I guess he can't complain All the money that be raining in Spend a hundred thou for the chain again Thinking old school niggas like Dana Dane Probably kill for another claim to fame, my brain the same Yeah, nigga, at least he ain't insane At least he ain't insane You ain't crazy, motherfucker, you're just afraid of change That's new, maybe that's true But listen here I got a bigger fear Of one day that I become you And I become lost and I become heartless And numb from all the Ménages Just one bitch don't feel the same no more And Henny don't really kill the pain no more Now I'm Cobain with a shotgun aimed at my brain 'Cause I can't maintain no more Tad bit extreme I know Money can't save your soul But there go you And there go you There go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew And there go you And there go you And there go you Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew Sing You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul and uh How much for your soul and uh You got what I want I got what you need How much for your soul and uh How much for your soul and uh