Lyrical Breakdown of Catch Flight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Catch Flight" 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 "Catch Flight" 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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Jay-Jay R
Ha, for real
This gon' blow AD
Sniper (uh-huh)
Let's get it
Lil Kodak in the Kodak flights
Turn up, turn up
Check
I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (now I'm on that rich shit)
I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit)
They say my flow mean, dress code nice
And now I'll pull up in a Jag', used to steal bikes
Black nigga, not a racist, I was sellin' white
I had to stay down, now, my car sittin' high
I was bussin' licks, puttin' hits, totin' heat
Jumped in head first, I was in deep
Pockets full of rocks, not a kid, rocked the beat
Shoot the streets, I can't let them crackers down me
AD put me on my feet, said my time here
Audemar wrap my wrist, yeah, my time clear
And I don't see you hatin' niggas, I be goin' blind
I'm on my first class shit, I be so fly
I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (now I'm on that rich shit)
I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit)
I'm pickin' up cheques, I don't fall in love (no, it ain't)
I don't catch feelings, I just catch a nut
I was dead broke nigga, now I live it up
Took off in a private jet and landed on the plug
Keep designer on my body, I'm a auto-pilot
I'm a sniper, run up on me, don't you think about it
I just poured up a four, sippin' dirty Fanta
I was catchin' the city bus, now I'm in a Phantom
I was poppin' down rocks, givin' licks to Santa (skrrt)
Project baby, shittin' on a nigga, where my pamper?
Cake like my birthday, blow it like a candle
Got this shit under control, about to flip the channel
I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (I'm on that rich shit)
I used to sell rocks, now I rock mics (now I'm on that rich shit)
I'ma show you what a boss look like (I'm on that rich shit)
Run up on me, I'ma hit 'em on sight (now I'm on that rich shit)
I was livin' wrong, got my money right (now I'm on that rich shit)
I hustled all day, hustled all night (I'm on that rich shit)
Told me life is a gamble, but I was shootin' dice (I'm on that rich shit)
And I don't catch feelings, bitch, I catch flight (now I'm on that rich shit)
Now I'm on my rich shit
Now I'm on my rich shit
Now I'm on my rich shit
Now I'm on my rich shit