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.
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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

Selling me dreams and telling me things you knew

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

You got what I want

I got what you need

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

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

You got what I want

I got what you need

How much for your soul and uh