Lyrical Breakdown of Consistent - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Cook that shit up, Quay This ain't the vibe that I need Stop the beat, G5 free I be spendin' racks in these jeans I'm too real, fuck is y'all mean? I ain't have to sell you no dream I said what it was, you didn't believe me You be the cake and I be the cream Now I look up and then she was leaving I'm on the way, cannot be late Speedin' through traffic like I'm in a race I wanted it now, she want me to wait I'm one of a kind, so you gotta taste it Granddad died, knew I would make it I'm a real one, you can't fake that Most of my niggas still be takin' I got rich, this shit still don't faze me You only get one call, I can't chase 'em Might take one shot, a lil' chaser Stayin' up now for us to fuck later Mama used to tell me times would get greater Cartier diamonds blockin' these haters Dior drip, shit gettin' tapered I just spent a Bentley truck with lil' Tatum Favor for favor, nigga, I don't pay them Get off my dick, nigga, we don't play them, yeah Look like it, we don't stay here Makin' half a million dollar plays, juggs Still chunkin' up neighborhoods Grass cut, sure the neighbors good My partner's mama know I'm really hustlin' If the spot hot, we invade houses We got kicked out, go in they house, yeah It was hot and it was dark and I had thought of ending it all Then the sun had came out and I looked up and I seen God Ain't gon' lie like it was easy, it's the truth, this shit been hard I done finally got an award, yeah Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid My cars come with stars and kits None of my kids gon' starve for shit You weren't even here when I started this All the drugs I sold, all the shit I took I done seen so much, I can write a book Ain't stuntin' that hoe, I can buy that look Clothes off, how your body look? I been 'bout business, I'm still a crook I get in my mode, they all be shook Said that's your bro, y'all all get pushed You was in the house on punishment I was in the hood sellin' strong ass kush Your cuz came through with that Reggie Bush Give me style and credit for all his looks Sold-out shows in the DMV Now Shaquille O'Neal can't lil' boy me Had some dirt off in my diamonds, had to brush it off I was 'posed to be somewhere workin', I'm somewhere fuckin' off I get checks in by the contract like I'm playin' ball I been hanging 'round some milllionaires It's safe to say it's rubbin' off Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid Tired of this car, then switch it (Switch up) Tired of my hoe, new bitch me (Please) At this point, this shit pimpin' (Pimpin') Never off, be consistent (Huh) Glock two-three extension (Bah-bah) Handle the business, don't mention I ain't even have a pot to piss in Now I got 'em mad, I'm turnin' livid