Lyrical Breakdown of Desperado (feat. Meechy Darko, Joey Bada$$, Zombie Juice & Kirk Knight) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Desperado (feat. Meechy Darko, Joey Bada$$, Zombie Juice & Kirk Knight)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Desperado (feat. Meechy Darko, Joey Bada$$, Zombie Juice & Kirk Knight)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant Maybe 'cause the flow so cold (so cold) Heard you was a king, so cold (so cold) Heard I was a killer who tote, nigga (who tote) (Somebody gonna hit the floor) If a nigga get too close (too close) Niggas try and fuck with the Coast, yeah (Coast) Niggas try and fuck with the Pro (look) I ain't ever read no Bible (no Bible) Wish I never met my idols (my idols) Meet 'em and they all turn rivals (turn rivals) Hard flows, comin' for the title, wait Feed them and they all still bite you (still bite you) Keep 'em at a distance, close by you (close by you) When the time come, they gon' try you (gon' try you) Effort's all about how you apply to it, apply to it Now I gotta ride with it Niggas always tryna find a fuckin' plot to twist Got me stressin', thinkin', "How the fuck it got to this?" Now everybody got a hypothesis It's obvious, y'all just in it for the come-up Got you niggas up 'til sun-up Y'all niggas just tryna one-up Either way, it won't add up, won't sum up (sum up, sum up) Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant You know what it is (is) Bitch, it's the G.O.A.T. (G.O.A.T.) Don't play me no fool (wah) Rap niggas is foo (hehe) The Coast be the move (yuh) This summer ain't safe (nah) I got no patience (nah) These niggas my sons (that's right) Don't need no more patients (nah) Slid through the cracks in the Matrix Pull up to the spot in a spaceship That red hat lame (wack) Lately, your shit played (played) Been doin' it new ways (ways) No competition, no one to race (race) We the shine that made it from the bottom Brooklyn, baby, yeah we got a problem Desperado, no tomorrow Six rings, six shooter, cling Desperado, money over hoes, never over bros Paper-chasin' and them hoes gon' follow Remain the same around those souls that's hollow Fuck it, though (fuck it, though) Drink the bottle, drown my problems, Insta models Fuck them off and fly to death, I'm a walkin' coffin Laugh to the bank, I can't hear you talkin' (nah) See so many signs, proceed with caution (skrrt) She wanna fuck in the Benz, had to park it (skrrt) Moments like this, I just reminisce Back when a nigga just had no options (nah) Back when I take anybody wallet (yeah) Young nigga out the Parkside and he 'bout it, 'bout it (yeah) But I just stay on the beats just to go feed my posse, like Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant Desperado, loadin' hollows Desperado, loadin' hollows Headshots to all my rivals Never, ever, ever had a fuckin' idol Bitches fake, niggas follow On the paper chase, look like I hit the lotto When the money close, I can't but help but count it C-c-commas, somebody call my accountant