Lyrical Breakdown of Like This (feat. Lil Uzi Vert) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Like This (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Like This (feat. Lil Uzi Vert)" 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 Uzi Vert 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 Uzi Vert's narrative.

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Chase Davis on the beat, yeah DJ Victoriouz with me in the building Uh A hunnid million what I'm tryna get Anything to get this paper, - I'm tryin' it, uh Ain't nobody gon' play with me -, reach, I'm firin' it (bah) Know your enemy, go broke lil -, mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it, boy (yeah) You ain't got guap like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this - ashy lips, yeah You ain't got guap like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this, yeah You ain't got cash like this (yeah) Smokin' exotic, I'm high as sh- I'll die if I don't keep this bi- on my hip Hopefully I don't shoot this bi- off the rim Ain't like you rappers with all that lip Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon (what?) Ocean my neck and this - like Pacific (yeah) I like my - No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific (let's go) Ain't like you bappers, we real Kobe Cappers You - be actors and not even factors Playin' with the racks and they back in the back seat I shoot like a Raptor, a rapper attack me DM that -, but she still in my mentions - be talkin', these - they be snitchin' - be talkin', these - be snitchin' Got a - on my waist and I had to click-click it A hunnid million what I'm tryna get Anything to get this paper, - I'm tryin' it, uh Ain't nobody gon' play with me, - reach, I'm firin' it (bah) Know your enemy, go broke lil -, mm-mm, I'm dyin' with it, boy You ain't got guap like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this - ashy lips, yeah You ain't got guap like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this, yeah You ain't got cash like this (yeah) Canary my diamond, they wet just like lemon Ocean my neck and this - like Pacific I like my - No, no, no, Lil Uzi, not too specific DM that -, but she still in my mentions - be talkin', these - they be snitchin' - be talkin', these - be snitchin' Got a - on my waist and I had to click-click it I went to every jeweler in this -, told all of 'em, better not tax me And I got two bribs in LA right now 'cause that's where the packs be You don't know we in the 'Raq runnin' -, you don't know us Empty the clip off a hip, pour a four up On the -, on the block like Noah Give me the beef well-done like BOA, - Certified -, can't see what I'm shootin' I pop out with your -, I had to recruit her Okay, she know I fu- with all her friends But she don't say nothin', she scared to lose me (let's go) I fu- them lil - right to my music Pull out my -, bitches start flutin' (woah) She say she don't, uh (what?) So she still shoppin' at Gucci (let's go) That's 'em 'fore rap wasn't lyin' on IG Actually been here, sauce like Zaxby's, ayy, uh Built my wave like Max B I'm in New York, free Max B I be in a New York like a taxi Ridin' the Lambo truck, finna pull up, swerve Car seat in the backseat Your -, she attracted to money Yeah that's why she fu- (yeah) My - attracted to shootin' That's why they keep bussin' (woah) I'm with the gang for life You know that I'm stuck in it (yeah) You know they gon' up that price You know they ain't touchin' - Gettin' richer, but smoke, we ain't duckin' it I'm in Chiraq when I ride with a hunnid clip Richard Mille plain cost a hunnid clip Pushin' the Rolls, but the Maybach my brother whip Yeah, that boy Vert know he hit me, I'm comin' quick Fu- all this rappin', we ain't with that - Hunnid clip, pull out the window and dump at you We backin' friends, feel comfortable (let's go, yeah) You ain't got guap like this You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this, yeah You ain't got cash like this, yeah You ain't got guap like this (let's go) You ain't got cash like this (yeah) You ain't got guap like this, yeah You ain't got cash like this (yeah) I'm havin' - I wear a whip on my wrist Real killers ridin' with straps, can't respond to rap, I don't trip on a diss When we print out the physicals, cop my disc Chill out, hop off my - Yeah, it's me and Vert, skrrt Big forty'll burst, you get murked, jerk Brand new Richard Mille, yeah Hop out, stack, do this, yeah Brand new Lambo, runnin' through red lights like I'm at the track in that - Brand new red 'Rari, uh, ain't no traction in it, yeah