Lyrical Breakdown of Top Priority - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Top Priority" 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 "Top Priority" 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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Anybody came around, I turnt them up
Ain't nobody gave me shit, I earned this stuff
All cap aside, who really turnt as us?
Akademiks, niggas think they can't get touched
I don't be on computers much, Ced turned me on to YouTube
I keep tryna tell them I'm different from what they used to
We can't go to war, fuck this money up, is what I tell the bro and them
Everybody wanna be killers now, I ain't even go there
I know real steppers, with body counts, don't nobody know them
I won four M's off of baccarat and didn't even buy nothing
Invest a lil something into MoonPay just to try something
Mama get her hair done when she want, she got her own salon
Tryna find a nanny that Jason like so I can keep him with me
Real gambler, plenty times I fucked it up and got it right, the same night
You ever heard that little Joe can change ya life?
I'm talking shooting dice, I know that went over they head
And without me more than half of these rappers wouldn't have no legs
What I mean is, I'm really the reason niggas think they big as me, damn
They couldn't see the old me, I done revamped
Blue check, I'm verified, that's if socials stop today
God knows in any circumstance that I'ma find a way
You supposed to have 57 11, but you didn't time to wait
I'm talking about Patek, this bitch just turned my savage up
Yeah, I play for the big load
Switching up my pimping, I been trying to knock a rich hoe
We done did some shit you can't forget, now you are my real bro
I told them to let it go, they still shot them
I made my first money in the trenches, and I still got it
Every now and then, I go and count it, can't forget where I come from
Hope the people at my label know I'm not dumb
Get whatever I want, whenever I want it, then go number one
Top priority, they running to me (yea)
I'm from poverty, what's a Grammy to me? (Yea)
Money fuck with me, it been good to me (yea)
Bitches traveling the way from Europe to me (yea)
Listen to me, talk to me, I don't want you nagging though
I didn't want it, now you got it, that ain't nothing to brag about
You've been out here playing from the minimum, watch me max 'em out
I went from the projects to the Zürich, shoebox to Swiss account
Millionaire meetings, collared shirt I left my cup in the car
I'ma bring the ghetto to the light, can't leave 'em stuck in the dark
I just told the lawyers keep on fighting, bro can't be stuck in no box
We be posting pictures while we there, we don't give a fuck about no opps
How she not gonna tell her friends, she really fucking a star?
She too cute to ride in Ubers, so I bought her a car
They been trying to catch up with me, I'm just already far
Don't gotta ride no niggas waves, bro, I'm already gnarly, I'm already gnarly
Don't gotta ride no niggas waves, bro, I'm already gnarly, I'm already gnarly
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody's fucking this vibe up, fucking this vibe up
This shit lit, I'm in my bag, nobody's fucking this vibe up, fucking this vibe up
Top priority, they running to me (yea)
I'm from poverty, what's a Grammy to me? (Yea)
Money fuck with me, it been good to me (yea)
Bitches traveling the way from Europe to me