Lyrical Breakdown of Paper Trail$ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Paper Trail$" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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 Joey Bada$$'s narrative.

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Before the money, there was love

But before the money, it was tough

Then came the money through a plug

It's a shame this ain't enough, yo

Sitting back plotting, jotting information on my nation

Really started from the bottom, boy, cotton

But they still planting plantations, we keep buying in

Closed-minded men, pride is higher than the prices on your pradas

Balenciagas, balance my soccer with the henny agua

Me and my niggas tryna eat, you pussies empanada

The flow like plenty lava

With just a penny I could multiply my worth

And make you work for me for twenty hours

I swear these niggas love to copy, thanks for listening

This kid ain't been the same since Biggie smacked me at my christening

Watch your tradition and please play it safe

Cause your position on the top is switching right in front your face

Rocking on this bass with rhymes, I'm bustin' out

He duckin' down, got some issues now, headed for your house

So put the pistols down, got that red dot on your nose

Who put the clown on lock, jaws like the blue knows

Froze, keep your mouth closed or you can see the solar

I got connections that guaranteed to see closed doors

You hear that underground sonar

The way I flows, this wisdom

The Pros been on a mission

Listen into the chamber, get hyperbolic

They raisin' max, I raise stakes to keep the brolic

My bitches is macrocosmic, pass the chronic

The mastered sonics is lightyears above your conscious

You're novice, but I got notes that strike nerves

I promise your minds ain't sharp like my swords

So cut the BS, and don't worry where my jeans is

And PS: Your bitch a genius, learnt from my penis

I got dreams filling arenas and breaking brackets

Tend this racket, while I'm cracking a Serena

God damn, God bless the heaven that sent you

But now I'm breezing out, baby, cause my rent's due

Shit is really real out here

I said shit is really real out here

Just trying to get a deal out here

I'm screaming cream

Who fucking with the rap supreme?

Joey Bad, the Big Preem came to collect the green

I got a dollar and a dream, know what I mean?

And I gotta get my mama off the scene

Cash ruined everything around me

They say money is the root of all evil

I see money as the route of all people

Cause we all follow paper trails, paper trails

And everybody gotta pay their bills, pay their bills

It's the dollar dollar bill, y'all

It's the dollar dollar bill, it's the dollar bill that kills, y'all

Before the money, there was love

But before the money, it was tough

Then came the money through a plug

It's a shame this ain't enough, yo