Lyrical Breakdown of Nothing To Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nothing To Me" 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 "Nothing To Me" 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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This shit mean nothin' to me
I'm so heartless with this shit, you ain't take nothin' from 'em
Grabbed this AP when it slip and then they shot your cousin
I might stand up in that pussy, but I'ma fall in love
Bae let's rise above
I've been dodgin' horns
I be running from the pigs, I feel like Martin Lawrence
I was a snotty-nose little kid, I feel like Meech
I've been blowin' money quick, I feel like Reese
I spent three hundred for this shit, you say I shot your mama
Why you lyin' on me and shit 'cause I was in Bahamas?
Playin' poker, drinkin' 'Cris and smokin' weed
I ain't never goin' to admit the shit I seen
I ain't never goin' to admit
I spent forty on that bitch because she mean
I ain't no rat, I don't eat nothing with no cheese
This a dirty Glock in these Amiri jeans
Even though I'm from the ugly, bitch, I'm clean
I just talked to Gotti, say he know my secrets
I be killin' shit and think he don't see it
I'm with the mafia, they know I'm on my demon
And I bet you always see me in your dreams
I'm born and raised Pompanoya, I'm on leave
I miss my blue Toyota, it got seized
Syko on the way he pullin' up with Keef
I say, "Don't even come if y'all don't got no trees"
I keep a tree branch, yeah, dirty sticks
Six shooters, I don't need a thirty-clip
Dead flowers, I like guns and roses
AK-47s and whole lot of motion
AK-47s and whole lot of motion (say, yeah)
AK-47s and whole lot of motion
AK-47s and whole lot of more shit, nigga
I pay the studio session, serving fiends
Your bitch in here poppin' pussy, poppin' beans
Yeah, my nigga fell out with me for no reason
And he know he fucked up and it's eatin' him
'Cause he already know how I be
Probably put that boy to sleep when I see him
Fuck the F-E-D-S, A-B-Cs
I'm a lil nigga, but I'm gon' step, that's on my Zs
Fuck the fame, I'm rocking Prada with the Re's
I told my nigga, "Just follow my lead"
I'ma rundown on a nigga, bitch, freeze
I'm tryna tell ya, baby, I got what you need