Lyrical Breakdown of Check - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Check" 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 "Check" 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.
• 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 Durk's narrative.

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Everyday I spill my glass and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with another X See you can't finesse a finesser Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check Roll up in an Audi, no lottery but we scratchin' shit Six Tecs for the drop but usually we sippin' Actavis Dope boy music, them niggas gon' want to trap to this Macaroni my bag of homies so ain't no lackin' shit 30 for the Rolex cool, 20 for the cross too Been there when nobody was there, it was dark too Keep me protected from the streets, I got a cross too And if you cross me then I cross you Ran off on the plug twice and I know they searchin' If I got to say that shit twice then you know I'm urgent His and hers Rollies get them shiny looking like the ocean Get on top of me baby and get to surfin' Like a surfboard Sippin' on this lean got me paranoid Gotta get this green so help me Lord So why you with that hater shit? Can't fuck with a basic bitch I'ma tell 'em them lies Everyday I spill my glass and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with another X See you can't finesse a finesser Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check Money is the motto, these bitches don't wanna swallow it Bitches want the fame, all they want me to do is follow them She just gon' bring me drank cause she a pharmacist Play my new single at the station cause I ain't callin' in Niggas in the city wanna kill me, I ain't part of them My niggas got 50 shot clips, they like barbers then She can ride my 'Rari then cause she look like a Barbie bitch If I catch her stealin' we all get our head like bobby pins I'ma get this money till I d-i-e Bring bottles to my session, to my VIP I like my bitch's vest, let me see ID Gettin' all this money like Lord why me Gang in this bitch 100 dollar bills changed in this bitch Got the Rollies and the chains in this bitch We gon' shoot us somethin' strange in this bitch Cause I count me up a check Everyday I spill my glass and I count up a check Then I gotta go and get it I lay my niggas to rest and you know whose next 10 toes, ain't no sittin' How is you tryna finesse? Can't finesse a finesser, the hustlers know it best Gave the right niggas money, they say I'm a mess, no stress I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check I'ma count me a check, check, check See you can't finesse a finesser See I don't be with another X See you can't finesse a finesser Count me a check I'm just countin' me a check