Lyrical Breakdown of Back On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Back On" 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 "Back On" 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
I'm back on
I invested in myself, that mean I'm black owned
I dig this from out the trenches, that's my backbone
Free lil' bro he gone again, he just came back home
Make my money match my outfit, I got racks on
Had to cut off all the leeches tryna latch on
Watch my man run up 200 off a trap phone
Let my dogs handle the business, I'ma rap on
We put this inside our glizzys, call 'em strap ons
If you ever disrespecting, you get slapped on
I done really ran my check up off of rap songs
Everything I say no cap even with my hat on
Got caught up in a brawl, I was with a redbone
Then I plead the fifth, put on my headphones
Looking at my bitch I know I'm dead wrong
I'ma keep this pimpin' 'til my headstone
Still talking in codes on the jail phone
Tryna say lil' bruh a rat but who we tell on
It's whatever, with whoever how we gon' come
We don't play in no band but we got
sticks and drums, they go dun-dun-dun
Hopping out the Bentley truck, we known for acting stupid
Yesterday went 4, today I'm feeling coupe
I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth
Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski
mask off, he just might have to shoot
I ain't fucking with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski
mask off, he just might have to shoot
I ain't fucking with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie
I can't have my way with one I rather hit 'em in a group
I know niggas who bang red and know I'm standing on what's blue
You remember we was stuck, we had to come up on the move
You remember with Lil' Dugg and we had came up on the news
Five lines said she love me, I lied back "I love you too"
She want money for her pussy, no complaints is what I do
Why you tripping in your feelings? Really you a prostitute
No back and forth, I'm blocking you
Find me something else to do
I'm in Calabasas having dinner with my actress boo
I got superstars texting talking 'bout "I'm mad at you"
And my other vibe say my other vibe subbin' her
She ain't even stunt her, she can't even compare to her, yeah
Hopping out the Bentley truck, we known for acting stupid
Yesterday went 4, today I'm feeling coupe
I put diamonds on my neck and wrist, and even on my tooth
Got the penthouse at the top, the helicopter on the roof
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski
mask off, he just might have to shoot
I ain't fucking with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie
Told lil' bruh don't take his ski
mask off, he just might have to shoot
I ain't fucking with these rappers lowkey niggas really groupie, yeah