Lyrical Breakdown of Built My Legacy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Built My Legacy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Built My Legacy" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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Yo, yo
Built my legacy
Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians
I'm on Perc and I'm on lean and I'm on bars
Pull up, TECS and shit, start wettin' shit out the car
How you go big on big my nigga, I'm extra large
San Diego, I be beatin' all my charges, ay
Glock got a private part, ay
Car be push to start, yeah
Your lady done got involved
Off xans I'm noddin' off
Don't make me make the call
My nigga'll slay his daughter
My nigga ain't got no heart
My nigga'll slay his pops
Free Cool, he in the box
Free Cool, he on the boot
I'm on the phone with him
I'm rollin' 'cause I'm tooted too, ay
Pull up in coupesì, ay
Drop out and shoot, ay
Lil' Tay on the roof, ay
We all got a woo on us
You niggas can't get no verse
You're lucky you got a chorus
I don't like 911
Except when I'm in a Porsche
I hop out, pop the top
New Belair, pop the corks
No time to be goin' to court
That baby gon' get abort
Built my legacy
Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians
I'm on Perc and I'm on lean and I'm on bars
Pull up, TECS and shit, start wettin' shit out the car
How you go big on big my nigga, I'm extra large
I was off the chain but now my songs all over the charts, yeah
Now she give me head whenever I knock her head off, yeah
I'm a head honcho the way I knock your whole lil' set off, yeah, yo
Got a AR-15 with the scope, this ain't no airsoft
Ain't talkin' Migos, when I see you I'm gon' take off
Yeah yeah, ain't it
Baby let's get faded
You're mad you ain't make The Fader
On XXL, you hatin'
Nigga wanna set me in Vegas
I done did too many frauds
I was 17 with 80
Started noticin' somethin' crazy
He 17 with 80
No choice, they had to take it
My lawyer got a bag
Say: I appreciate it
Now shawty 20 racks
Don't believe her name Raven
You can go and fuckin' ask
But I thank the Lord I made it
All I gotta do is rap
Built my legacy
Drivin' Bentleys, not no Lexuses
She on ecstasy
Fuck her two times then I left the bitch
Not with that extra shit
I won't text the bitch, just sex the bitch
We young and reckless
Pull up with TECS and shit, kill pedestrians
I'm on Perc and I'm on lean and I'm on bars (I medicate it too)
Pull up, TECS and shit, start wettin' shit out the car (hop and sprint too)
How you go big on big my nigga, I'm extra large (ey ey I'm overweighted too)
I'm takin' bars, find my inmates tryna break you loose
My jeweler chain sent the wrong bracelet to my boo
I'm with Blac Chyna but she ain't nothin' but a Florida swoop
She say I'm a dawg, Snoop
I'm runnin' too hot for you
I don't need no child from you
It's Project Baby 2