Lyrical Breakdown of Cut Throat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cut Throat" 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 "Cut Throat" 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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I had to snatch my golds out You know what I'm sayin'? And go diamonds Shorty said I look like I got Plies teeth Pussy ass ho, every nigga in Florida got permanent golds (J. Cash Beats) (One hundred percent Juicee) I said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin Said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin I just wanna win and see all my niggas win My nigga lost his trial, asked God why he ain't win I'm slidin' in a Fin-Fin with a FN AC piping, window crossed up behind tint My eyes on the prize, Interstate 95 Yellow brick road but my rims gold Yellow brick road, tryna make it home, went 95 You know how it go, I ain't flippin' french fries I got check books, got that work but no 9-to-5 Drive through with that big MAC on the passenger side Big MAC to your face, kill a nigga appetite What's the point of goin' to college just to serve apple pies? I said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin Said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin I'm the best 'cause I beat the best, David and Goliath Before the show money, I was grindin' in Fort Myers 595, kicking doors in Pembroke Pines Finessin' all my life, all I know is slang that iron She say I look like Plies so I put diamonds in my mouth These permanents just like the tears in your mama eyes When you die, nigga, I hope she tired of cryin' nigga I got seven now, I remember I had five figures Yeah, that's your main bitch, I'm just a side nigga I fucked that bitch bare than I prayed about it I snuck that nigga bare than I prayed about it Free Lil' Soto, they accusin' him for three bodies I did my thot and skeeted off and popped three mollies A nigga just died last night I was way in Georgia on a flight I'm fuckin', I ain't takin' off my Nikes I'm fuckin', I ain't cuttin' off the lights I'm cutthroat but I ain't runnin' with a knife Boy, it's on sight, Sniper Gang, call me Wesley Snipes Wedding band ring, married to the game, throwin' rice I said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin Said I wasn't gon' sin again Lord but I did I said I wasn't gon' fuck that bitch no more but I did Started with a QP then got a pound for two bands Hit a lick in a Q-50, sliding in a Fin (One hundred percent Juicee)