Lyrical Breakdown of Lotto - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Mally Mall It's my birthday, I'm 'bout to get lit-lit (Lit-lit) Might blow a bag on the drip-drip (Drip) Make it all back on a quick flip, ayy (Ayy) I just need cake and a thick bitch, ayy (Ayy) I ain't have much, just a wishlist (A wishlist) Now the broke nigga doin' big shit (Big shit) I got the gun lock, loaded, I'm ignite So keep one eye open like Slick Rick (Brra, brra-brra) I got the drip game, nigga, I'm the big mane (Big mane) Switch lanes on 'em, hit the mid range (Mid range) Keep the big strap on me like a hitman (Brr) It go, "Click-clack, willow-wallow, bing-bang" (Brr-brr) I ain't never been shit, ain't shit changed (Shit changed) But niggas get lame when you get fame (Brr) Can't sleep at night 'til I get brains Got a mean ass pipe and a dick game I got a bitch on my sofa (Sofa) I got a chip on my shoulder (Shoulder) You gotta live with your karma And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to (Boom) I got hitters all over (Over) Told em' this is all over (All over) I take the kids on drugs and line 'em all up And get 'em all sober (Woo) I got a little check that I cashed out, ayy (Ayy) Credit card maxed out, ayy (Ayy) I get lit then I act out, ayy (Ayy) I ain't wanna do it but I blacked out, ayy (Woo) They say I need to be safe (Safe) I think I need to be straight Fix your vibes, you need to be laced You just need God or you need to meet Mase I left my bitch, maybe we just need space (Space) I got gunners like Chris, like Niecey (Like me) I got brothers like Tip, like Breezy (Like Breezy) I got stunners like Wayne, like BG (Okay) I got a hood bitch, all about the bread And she only give me head 'cause the bed too squeaky (Too squeak) I'm too smart for a ho tryna G' me A bitch be dumb if she ever try to leave me, word I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrr, brr-brr, ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto (Bah) I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah) I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brr, brr-brr, ayy) I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto Why do I feel like Manson? (Oh-oh) Smoke y'all niggas, I feel like I just got cancer, ayy (Ayy) Murderin' streets, my anthem All of y'all clowns is banter, ooh (Banter) Still can't pull your pants up Kidnap kids like Amber (Ayy) Hold a lil' nigga for a ransom (Ooh) I moved from the trap to the mansion (Mansion) Went from the Uber to a Phantom (Word) You niggas gassed up, don't amp 'em I've never been pretty, but my mom think I'm handsome (Yeah) I hate niggas that flex on camera (Camera) Lil' kids always tryna throw tantrums (Yeah) All you motherfuckas dry like dandruff You can get washed and I'll throw you in a hamper I got a bitch on my sofa (Sofa) I got a chip on my shoulder (Shoulder) You gotta live with your karma And if you get hurt then you got what you supposed to (Yeah) I got hitters all over (All over) Told 'em this is all over (All over) I take the kids on lean and get 'em all clean And give 'em all soda (Bah) Watch how I do it, I demonstrate, ooh (Ooh) I ain't gotta move, I renovate I don't really pray, I meditate, yeah (Woah) I ain't gotta jump, I levitate Always on time, I'm never late (Ayy) I was outside like every day Tryna turn water into lemonade Now I'm boo'd up like Ella Mai I just wanna get away, woah (Oh) You don't want war with a rich nigga (Rich nigga) You should hit the gym, get a bit bigger (Oh) I ain't got patience for bitch niggas (Oh) Wrap you in the basement with Big Tigger (Big Tigger) Your bitch is a thot, you had kids with her (Kids with her) Your watch little lit, but my wrist litter (Ayy) He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him (Ooh) (He thought he had a plan 'till the feds hit him) I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrr, brr-brr, ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh, ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto (Bah) I say, uno, dos, tres, quatro Moreno, gringo, hembra, vato Gangsters, hustlers, killers follow (Bah-bah) I'm the realest nigga, I know (Brrr, brr-brr, ayy) I just hit the fuckin' lotto, oh (Ooh) I just hit the fuckin' lotto