Lyrical Breakdown of Tied In - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tied In" 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 "Tied In" 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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Beat gang Yeah You see this money on us, bitch? You see this shit? Yeah Nigga, my eyes ain't closin' until I touch a bag Self-made nigga, don't tell me some shit you used to have Can't be even if you shoot unless you shoot 'em back Ain't talkin' on the beats for free, come with at least a stack Get a bow, bring it back, then we distribute that Then come to the hood passin' out O's like the quarterback Bitch, if you take a ride with me you might not make it back Stuff this hoe with beans, say she big as Warren Sapp Snitchin', not a part of that, leanin' off a heart attack You can make a couple stacks bringin' some narcotics back Really into that, do nothin' on the internet They gotta drag me out the trap if I ain't finished yet Ten bands, three hours, still remember that Turned rounds, turned around where we livin' at Already ate but still askin' where my dinner at Use your heads or get shot through your fuckin' cap Money, nigga Big money Do it big or don't do it, nigga Seein' thirds in my vision off this codeine And I'm prepared, makin' visits in some Joe jeans Boston, Georgia the drank, I'm a blow fiend Fast-forward to the day ain't gotta blow him Thirty-four 'cause it's stinky, had to grow these Niggas money in the bank, you ain't got no cheese Feelin' funny 'cause you rank, you the police Gettin' money, pussy nigga gotta show me Different breed young nigga plus I'm low-key Pitchin' C's out the P's, these niggas owe me Gettin' treesh from the Z what niggas showed me Turned a twenty to a fortune, bought a Rollie Life while I extort niggas like an OG Bite down, I'm important, bitch, you know me Bite down Ha Bitch, you know me Ay, 41 Boyz, nigga I ain't never been a bitch, never played like one Talk like one, damn sure as hell never walked like one Brick house solid, you taxin', we robbin' And y'all want some killers with me, you don't want no problems Fickle nigga, wheat Timbs, PRP jeans Rug hangin' out a nigga pocket 'cause I'm knee-deep Xan man, bro-bro, he the gram man Scales got us ballin' like LeBron without the headband Two percs got me rollin' like an E pill Street scale, I earned all my stripes, fuck the details Why you purpin' in your raps? Boy, I live that Crack a seal, pour a six, then I had to bring it back Tang gang, when we take it ain't no gettin' back We hit the club twenty deep, dressed in all black On the run, still ridin' with a strap tucked If you a real nigga, fuck ya hand, hold your Glock first Hold your motherfuckin' gun I'm the type to put a deuce in a Sprite can More seals than the ocean, bitch, I'm the pint man I remember takin' trips to get Ipass Just sold two bows, that's another ten bands, bitch And I ain't gotta floss I took an L on one bow, that was a light loss Send a bitch straight from Cali, what that flight cost? Every diamond in this Rollie all ice water I'll cash the whole thing, what that pint cost? We pull straight inside of Neiman's, we ain't Skywalk I'll cash the whole thing, what that pint cost? We pull straight inside of Neiman's, we ain't Skywalk These lame niggas prayin' for fame, I'm prayin' for change Still trappin', still in the streets like I'm in a maze I be amazed these hoes flock when they hear my name Niggas pillow talkin', hatin' like they feel my pain I went up, straight to the top, then lost it all I watched my nigga whip that soft to hard We gettin' it like Boston George Little bitch say we talk, shit, I barely talk at all Pick her up, tell her take it off and then I drop her off Cup glued to my hand, sip blues with my mans If they book me out of town I'll probably traffic the bag 380S, bitch, I chase bankrolls, play tag Belly belt so I sag, I be showin' my ass Cup glued to my hand, sip blues with my mans 380S, bitch, I chase bankrolls, play tag