Lyrical Breakdown of Belt2Ass - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Belt2Ass" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Belt2Ass" 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 Durk employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(I don't wanna be another Rockstar)
People tellin' me that I am
(I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches)
(I'm just a Rockstar from the trenches)
(I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches)
I'm just a Rockstar for the trenches
I ain't seen my mama sad in a minute
I gave her everything, you can't trick her
I told my daughters to watch out for niggas
I'm at a jet airport with a killer
Too much drank I done threw up out the window
I was smart, I wasn't movin' with niggas
That wasn't me, you confused me with niggas
Goin' broke? I can't imagine it
Fuck it off, I hold the line of Saks
Dominos, that's a hater effect
IC 'corded, caught me drinkin' the Act'
Charge the 'Rari, where the battery at?
I confess, where the therapy at?
Lost so many niggas, feel like a test
Made my daughter mad, I get her baguettes
Ain't no vaccines, just give me a six
Ain't got time to really lay with a bitch
I be on hard when she lay on my dick
Half of you niggas my only regret
Gotta react what they put on the 'net
Answer the phone, ain't gon' never forget
Answer the jail calls, yeah, answer the jail calls, yeah (yeah)
I can count how many times you helped me up
Plenty times I was on my back, you ain't help me up
Act like they with me, whole time laughin' it up
I made it out the trenches, I'm blessed to be up
I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt
I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left
Public defender, your lawyer for free
Your Mount Rushmore list can't fuck with me
Tried to go popstar, had to fuck up the streets
Could've went to the league, but he fucked up his knee, yeah
I make it rain wherever I'm goin'
The bitches gon' love me when I'm in the buildin'
I be on and off, on and off in a relationship when I'm sippin'
I got a trench bitch, she so paranoid
She cut her phone off when she sleep
Real nigga, I'm in rare form, man, gotta practice whatever I preach
Lamborghini doors raised like ringworm, I be paranoid when I'm sleep
You want freedom and I want peace
Fuck her good, she gon' give you the tea
In the hood, you can't compare to me
Hypnosis, I ain't sleep in a week
Minnesota, flip your weed in a week
You got promoted, you doin' federal team
I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt
I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left
I can count on my hands any time you helped
You showin' your hand, you gon' get hit with the belt
I'm tellin' my friends how I'm enhanced with wealth
You stand on ten, but same time you left
(I don't wanna be another Rockstar)
People tellin' me that I am
I'm just gonna see you at the top now
Maybe then, you'll have a better plan