Lyrical Breakdown of Fuck Rice Street - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuck Rice Street" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Latto weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Fuck Rice Street" 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 Latto 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 Latto's narrative.

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Yeah Man, y'all got me fucked up Don't know what the hell y'all talking about Big Latto, big money I don't gotta steal a bitch ass thing Young ass hoes (yeah, nah, for real) Stay, stay outta grow folks business bitch First thing first on my first day at shit Young hoes wait 'til I'm locked up to pop shit (fuck) Still can't stop shit (hell nah) See you, I'm gon' rock shit (brrra) I ain't even do shit, so bitch, I'm coming out rich Fresh out of Rice Street Shout out Aunty GG Keke, I ain't do it bitch, free me And bitch try me, they gon' have to fight me Fuck the police and that nasty ass baloney I don't gotta steal a bitch ass thing From the South, Ion be in Sandy Spring Fuck 12, they done took me off the plane Confiscated every goddamn thang Four rings, watch, and my chain Pussy hoes speaking on my name Yeah, bitch, try me like a lame They gon' never let me out the chain gang Free the real behind the wall (wall) They won't even let me make a call (brr) All these hoes really soft (on God) I'ma see bout y'all when I'm out (straight up) Using my name for clout Bitch, you better watch your mouth (grrra) I'ma rich bitch from the South (South) So you know I bonded right out (aye) Aye, good lawyer money, so I'm ready for war (brrr) Walked in, they like, "Latto what you in here for?" (What?) I couldn't sleep on that concrete cold ass floor (straight up) And it's fuck Sergeant Reed 'cause she a hatin' ass hoe (bitch) Have that same energy when y'all find out I'm innocent (on God) I'ma beat yo ass, hoe, I ain't scared to go back again (straight up) Fifteen hundred, bitch please, that ain't even half my rent (brrr) Steal for what? Hit the stain, make ten bands in ten minutes Commissary for all the real bitches that I met in the hole (hole) I ain't shared not one ten, I ain't get tried like a hoe (hoe) Big Latto got big money, don't you ever try me like I'm broke (gang) First stop, on my first day, I headed straight to the yo (fuck) Man fuck APD Fuck Sandy Springs Fuck Rice Street Fuck I-, fuck all y'all Fuck all these hating ass hoes Bitch I'm innocent Hell is you saying Y'all mo'fuckas praying on my downfall Bitch, you can't stop shit Big shit popping, little shit stopping And I'm getting back on the mo'fucking plane after this, bitch Overseas me, hell is you saying?