Lyrical Breakdown of I’m So Awesome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I’m So Awesome" 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 "I’m So Awesome" 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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Uh, hopped out to spray, then I hopped in the Wraith
Yeah, I'm havin' fun today
Step on these niggas and they better not play
Yeah, that's what my mama say
Get you some money, you stay here, you pay
You can't be sittin' in my mansion all day
I go to prison, I'm havin' my way
Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm
Go to Morocco and fuck on a thot ho, I'm so, I'm so awesome
Think 'cause she finer, she gon' get designer
No, get you a job or somethin'
Jay Crack my dawg, you know he been my weenie
Fuck with him long way, he knew me since peewee
Remember them times I was fuckin' a fifi
Yeah, uh, thanks for them letters, bae, now you get CC
All of my bitches be yellow like Beezy
Flex on these niggas, I make it look easy
I'm draggin' my nuts, they be all on my Fiji
Drip on these bitches, they eatin' my spill up
Ran out of gas, I'ma need me a fill up
She say I raped the bitch, no, but I bit her
I got too much money, ain't doin' no sit-up
Hopped out to spray, then I hopped in my bag
Yeah, I'm in my Birkin
Shoutout to Gucci, I think that's my dad
Yeah, I was just jerkin'
I hit the whoa 'cause I like that lil' dance
I be on go, you gon' lay where you stand
Pull out the Ghost, I'm too rich for a Benz
Mmm, yeah
Lil' one be callin' me daddy and shit, uh, that ain't my baby
Shorty be throwin' her kids on me, hmm, 'cause they need savin'
This how I'm livin', I'm deadass
End of your girl, your lil' head ass
Like when you callin' me daddy, haha (yeah)
Daddy, zaddy, pullin' up, I'm on the Addy
They searched the crib and I still got a gun in the attic
I done got really established
This wasn't 'posed to happen, 'cause I was just jackin' and stuff
I turn a nigga to maggots, yeah, he dead, flies everywhere
I done created the fabric that niggas be jackin', so they gotta pay me to wear
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink
But I'm drinkin' it, you need a license to share
I'ma Z y'all like a Z and I Z who I Z, that's just the way that I am
Courvoisier is a poor nigga drink, but I drink it, I drink it
I keep some sack and a MAC and a shank in my blanket, the blanket
I keep security 'cause I'm tired of shootin'
I be on tears and my eyes be googly
Big dumbass rubies on all of my toothies
Ass shots, I put that fire on your booty
Hop in and spray soon I hop out the coochie
I'm a clean lil' nigga, I'm awesome
I got a whole lot of millions
I ain't want a Benz, so I bought my dawg one
I don't be countin' the Maybach truck
Even though it's a Benz, I don't it count though
Thirty inch rounds, gotta mound of dough
I'ma treat you like you weren't my round before
Candy paint Lamb', I just hopped out the spray
I keep some bands on me just to go play
Run out of family, you niggas okay
You ain't got no parents and you just in my way
Step on these niggas, I stand on the hoes
Cutthroat nigga, yeah, anythin' go
I hop out the 'Ville, 'cause fixin' my pistol
Pounce out on niggas, I look like I'm Tigger