Lyrical Breakdown of Idol - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Idol" 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 "Idol" 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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I ain't never hated on a nigga, put it on the bible
I was on here tryna run it up, it turned me to an idol
We ain't fuckin' with them other niggas, they ain't nothing like us
I went two 'Rari trucks, one for me and one for Spider
You can't never show the way your whole hand, 'cause they'll bite it
Pour the deuce inside a Cream soda got me feelin' righteous
And the bitch I'm with said she ain't never did, but she'll try it
I ain't never goin' out without a scope, and I'ma fight it
Twenty hoеs, Don Julio, a million on my right hand
Forgive me, love, I know I'm livin' right, it got my sackright
Bro said too much, hе gave the whole hood a black eye
Fronline with the shit, I'm real talk, ain't gotta rap cap
Really from the trenches, all my bitches got a trap stamp
I let bro the mill', I could've did it by my damn self
I'm the one one pulled up in a Bentley with the red guts
I ain't in it, if it ain't my business, I don't care much
If I'm with you, then I'm dyin' with you, and it's overstood
Really tryna run me up a billion by the whole hood
Tryna keep a good heart in a world full of no love
All this shit I had to make through my hand fucked up
Ran me a up a bag, I'ma keep it goin', buy some more drugs
Only get to live once, you better live it up
Once you get some shit to cherish, gotta put it up
Gotta fight until you die, it ain't no givin' up
I'ma tell you how it is, I ain't shy
After school, I was sellin' narcotics
Tired of the same ho, no party
We cut buddy off the chip, no money
Whole world tryna see how I'm comin'
I'm comin' for the money, I'm Mister Stay Thumbin'
Fell back, had to get shit goin'
I never got comfortable, way more hunger
I can have my ho on my own, she thotty
See everything that's goin' on, I'm plottin'
Everybody with me strong, we poppin'
Niggas wanna take it off with us, no problem
How you feel 'bout such and such? No comment
I'm tryna fuck the whole world, no condom
I'm goin' for it every time, no pun
And I made a whole lot of, I got a lot more comin'