Lyrical Breakdown of Zim Zimma - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Zim Zimma" 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 "Zim Zimma" 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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Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I ain't no- Yeah I want a 'Rari, I'm feelin' godly (woah) Wonder how much that gon' cost me, they feelin' saucy (buck, buck) Niggas know that I'm a problem They'll never solve me (buck, buck, buck) If you came to start some drama, then bring an army I've been goin' fuckin' fast and it got me swervin' I know that I'm a child of God, but they want me cursed in I've been trappin' out the Ozark, I'm Marty Byrdin' (oh, oh) And I've been hard at work, yeah, hoe, you just hardly workin' If it wasn't for this rap shit, I'd be movin' Kilos (kilos) Front the pack from my connect then cop a few casinos (casinos) Used to fake it 'til I made it just to boost my ego (my ego) Stashin' money in my shirt, they thought I grew some chichos, oh no I got some new wheels, ah-ah Tired of kids, they think that we in school still, ah-ah Play mе, you gon' find out how the tool feel, ah-ah Fuck around and you gon' find out who's real, ah-ah Who, yeah, ah-ah Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could Play with, nigga that's dangerous (oh) Told 'em I was raised in the basement Twin AKs in the playpen Take your face, rearrange it I can turn eggs into bacon (yeah) I can serve base with a apron Niggas been waitin' to hate it (true) I got a Beamer and I'm anxious to race it Vroom right past you (vroom right past you) Cops keep followin' a nigga, that's bad news I don't like hassles (I don't like hassles) Suck it down Remy and I'm feelin' like Papoose Hope I don't crash you (hope I don't crash you) Lil' bird bitch with me and I call a hoe Zazu Mind your bidness (mind your bidness) Fuck your opinion, nobody asked you, woah Look, this that WAP-WAP shit (yeah) Shit'll make a nigga wanna stop, drop, shit (buck) Roll when you hit 'em with the Glock-Glock, bitch (buck, buck) Semi-automatic if a nigga really think he want static Now a nigga doin' pop-pop, bitch Oh, you thought you was a hotshot, bitch? (Oh) Now you want a crown with a hotshot, bitch (hey) Nigga, I was raised on the block-block, bitch This is my time, no stopwatch, bitch All of my whips is top-notch, bitch How to get a plug at the chop shop, bitch Even my son got pop rocks, bitch Fuckin' your bitch, don't cock block, bitch I get your bitch, at my casa, bitch She gon' ride my drop top, bitch Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could I got some bands, now they got they hands out (hey) All them hoes that have a man now, they pull my pants down They know they don't got no chance Now, bitch, I'm the man now (hey, hey) Used to be my only fan, she got OnlyFans now Yeah, I'm swervin', I got road rage, I feel OJ I don't wear no fuckin' Dolce, I smell like olé (Joyner) I might go back to my old ways, she want her soul saved (soul saved) I done traded in my soulmate and got a gold chain, okay I came up with the privilege of poverty livin' And I ain't had nothin' but scraps (yeah) I had to watch niggas winnin' and drivin' in foreigns And I was just stuck in the back (word) I had to learn me the bidness so once I applied it I made me a couple of racks (yeah) I had ménages with Nicki and Cardi and Megan And then I woke up from a nap Ooh (ooh) I had a Bugatti and then I woke up in the trap (yeah) I had a couple of friends I left in the past 'Cause they don't do nothin' but cap (yeah) I know a couple of niggas that don't know the bidness And they do nothin' but rap (yeah) Fuck it I guess I'll just shut up and drive I got me a Beamer, I'm runnin' the lap Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Who got the keys to my motherfuckin' Beamer? Bitch, I used to dream of this I ain't that nigga you could (yeah) Put me inside of a room with niggas you think that are better than me I crush them inevitably And leave them as dead as can be That go to any nigga who's steppin' to me They all come second to me My words are weapons to me, I burn it, second degree And get it, and I'm sick of any nigga that's sick And I got it sick and shiverin' Even Ritalin couldn't get rid of the kid You gotta be kiddin', I'm trippin' I kinda feel like a kid again (rah, rah, rah) And, yeah, I got somethin' to say I ain't with the games, I ain't come to play Nigga, you confused, you a broad, go tuck your leg You trapped in the wrong body like Young M.A (buck, buck) I need my money like andale Got a one-inch blade, get cut if you run that fade I ain't really with the dumb ass shade I come back brave, get cut when I run back sayin' Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Yeah, ayy All the girls, them sugar I'm a trill ass nigga I'm a Mike Jack thriller I'm a VJ killer I'ma get 'em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma) Yeah All the girls, them sugar I'm a trill ass nigga (buck, buck) I'm a Mike Jack thriller (buck, buck) I'm a VJ killer I'ma get 'em, long-range Reggie Miller Watch me swerve on a nigga Zim Zimma (Zim Zimma)