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