Lyrical Breakdown of Legends - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Legends" 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 "Legends" 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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Yeah, yeah, yeah Hundred million dollars, that ain't shit (To a hustler) Pretty shit, I got 'em lockin' lips (Yeah) Sixty mill' in hundreds like I'm Nipsey Me and white boys talkin' billies Nine Trey, brodie them some Billies Pretty shit, I got her rockin' Audemars Carbon fiber kitted, this a Spider 2025, the Spec' a hybrid ERD, the leather like a biker Coupe or Cupra truck, I'm indecisive Brodie 'nem behind me in the strikers They gon' handle business, never call Me (Frr, frr) Lawyer adjacent, royalty like Saudi Free Lil Durk, hit Trump to get him Pardoned (Free Smurk) Nasty shit, she feed me from the garden Body flawless, look like someone Drawed her I know this shit different, don't record it Million dollar niggas, I absorb 'em Soaked up all the game and then I ran With it Police-ass niggas, they can't hang with US Safe, but still in style, the Range a Bulletproof Me and twin done had 'em, we identical (Say twin) 30 hour flight, we on a island Grown man business, ho, you childish Real Atlanta, I'm from Fulton County No machines, we had to hand count it (Frr) Two M's for a show, nigga, rager Slide my tongue from her neck to her naval I'm from the trenches, break bills, not No britches I hit it, dismiss it, then dab like I'm (Yeah) Super hard on a bitch, I don't play, ho Reposado me, she want Anejo Somebody fuck nigga they want beef I made a million off one street I'm a legend 'round there, where I come From Super smart, when it's time, I go dumb-dumb(Dumb) Come through trim on a bitch, I go too hard From the streets out the zoo, we in your yard (zoo) In my bag, stuffin' blues in the Goyard (Cash) In the coupe, off the ground like a go- Kart (Skrrt) This ho don't got a heart, fucked the Gizz-ang (Ooh) She go Coco Chanel, she insi-zane (COCO) Come and swim with some sharks, this Ain't no tank (Splash) Set up trap by the Benz off the blizz- Ane Louis Vuitton vintage from the '90s (Ah) Infinity dipped in chrome like I primed It Your bitch ain't comin' home, gotta find Her Don't check her phone and find out What your wife at (Brr) Paris Fashion Week, I'm goin' Eiffel Money tall as Easy Money Sniper Long live Takeoff, runnin' with the rifle 12 found the strap, I had to bribe 'em Pulled off doin' the dash, I burned the Pavement Cactus Jack the engine, got it ragin' (Ah) I been drippin' sauce, it turned to gravy Told him, "Knock 'em off, I make you Famous" Bitch, my diamonds dancin', Usher Raymond Why they wearin' shiestys like they Dangerous? Get defined, search him, he a stranger How the fuck you be a Twitter Gangster? Pocket full of four rings like I'm Audi I want my bitches geek with me like Scotty (Geek) Give me some top, let me bless you about it I told her act brand new when she get That body (Brand new) Glock got a box, call it Roddy (Frr) Quarterback Quavo, the Huncho got Options (Woo) I rep the hood when it's crowded (Gang) From the concrete like I'm Yachty (Yeah)