Lyrical Breakdown of Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Time" 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 "Time" 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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Youngin from the project fucked around and got it poppin' I'm like fuck a Maserati, bought my bitch a Blenty truck G-5 my blood brother he be throwing B's up And me I got Chanel swag you know I be C'd up I paid cash for every car, used be the laughing stock Kept it real that's why I'on flock Look at me I'm on the chart I look down but I'm on top I don't entertain they clout Play with me you gon' get shot for real Now they can't resist us, hear 'em tryna diss us Really need to miss us, prolly with your bitch, bruh I bought her purse off a piece of my endorsement Richer than my classmates, she know how my kids taste Now I'm on this cash race, I can't come in last place I done finally went legit, accountants, I'm a taxpayer So you know that mean I'm going hard 'til my last day Still can get a thousand pounds a week, the gas way I got six watches, I'm ahead of time I'm goin' all out if it's bout mine I'm gettin' my shine on I been on my grind Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind Buy her a Brikin Bag, keep her up to par Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge Bendin' through in that Phantom with them sticks, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt) All these blues niggas asking am I Crip yet? (Cuzzo) Make a move we X you out, ain't goin' tic tac (Brrt) Put a tag on yo toe for all that chit chat (Yeah, yeah) The richest nigga in my city that's a big fact (Big fact) And we don't do them lil' planes we on the big jet (Big jet) My dawg still movin' that 'caine, and he ain't quit yet (He ain't quit yet) I had to tell him when he came, don't bring no bricks back Feel like I'm the chosen one (Woah) Rolls truck, I ordered one (Woah) I ain't mean to buy that bitch a watch, but I bought her one Richard Millie cost a quarter milli' I got more than one (Yeah) FN on me lighter than a bitch feel like a water gun (Gang) I got six watches I'm ahead of time I'm goin' all out if it's bout mine I'm gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind Feel like I'm different I'm one of a kind Buy her a Brikin Bag, keep her up to par Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge Livin' like a pornstar, Rollie, 7 pointers Opps finna join us but we ain't switchin' sides Neck look like a freezer ain't savin' no skeezer They gave me a reason, now they gotta die I don't want no smoke with you if you don't want no smoke with me But dawg if you want smoke with me we switchin' shifts sleep and creep I did what they couldn't do, guess that's why they mad at me But what's up with yo' vibe, dawg, why she keep on addin' me? This my strategy Keep on stackin' Gs Make 'em proud of me I went Prada tee, I went Prada jeans I went Prada fleece, I'm from poverty Real talk I got six watches, I'm ahead of time I'm goin' all out if it's bout mine I'm gettin' my shine on, I been on my grind Feel like I'm different, I'm one of a kind Buy her a Brikin Bag, keep her up to par Baby, you look better naked, you should take it off Had to play my role, now I'm takin' charge Just got off parole, made the brodie take the charge