Lyrical Breakdown of Grindin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grindin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grindin" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.

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Grindin', grindin' Grindin', grindin' Grindin', grindin' Grindin', grindin' (whoa) I'm grindin', I'm grindin', I'm grindin' I promise I fuck her until I get tired, retired and then I come out retirement My girl like it rough she said, "Find me a diamond", about to be grindin' Lord, we be on every kind of narcotic, that make us believe when we lyin', we honest I love you (we honest, I love you) Pick, Michael Jackson to Jordan to Tyson to Myers Too much dirty money When the colors are washin' the whites in the dryer, my nigga (in the dryer, my nigga) It ain't rocket science just rockets I sleep in pussy not pajamas, grindin' I got this shit down to a science, I turn in my project A minus Whew, I ain't crazy, I'm crazy and all of my niggas chaotic Dressed in all black like tay gothic, music too loud to hear sirens We pop, pop, pop where you stay, knock, knock, knock, anyone home? Pop, pop, pop, pop then we outtie, I need a bitch like Naomi To take off her clothes like Leilani for niggas that's grindin' Nigga, I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) Grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit) I put time into all this shit (I put time into all this shit) Man, I'm grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit, I think I got it bitch) Perfect timin' with all my shit (okay, I got it, all my shit) I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) The feds be spyin' on all of us nigga These hos be lyin' to all of us nigga I got news for the monogamous niggas Yo' bitch fuckin' anonymous niggas I done seen it all, my nigga (yeah) 'Cause these hos seein' all of my niggas 'Cause what's the hottest shit on these corners That's me and all my niggas (that's me and all my niggas) Grind for all this shit (whoo), I ain't ever fall for that bitch 'Cause pickin' up the feather from a lovebird is like a medicine ball to that bitch We will bring Gucci bag in this bitch (that bitch) and you know its stacks in that bitch (that bitch) These niggas walk around with tay chests out like Janet Jackson and shit (like Janet Jackson and shit) I'm sweatin' grindin' this bitch, I need a shrine in this bitch Fuck Double-O-Seven, I work twenty-four seven, ain't got time to bond with no bitch Heard Jay-Z got a new Cognac, where to find that shit (where to find that shit) The weed sticky, grind that shit, where I got it from? Never mind that shit Nigga, I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) Grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit) I put time into all this shit (I put time into all this shit) Man, I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) I'm grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit) Perfect timin' with all my shit (yeah, grindin' for all my shit, woo) I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) I got a new vision for all my shit (for all my shit) I don't know what to call that shit (know what to call that) I know, I'm sellin' all of my cars, I'm sellin' all of my watches, I'm sellin' diamonds and all of that shit Realized I don't need that shit (I don't need that), I'm a different breed with this shit (yeah) I'm tryna turn M's to B's in this bitch (yeah) and I ain't ever pay to be with no bitch (whoo) I, I, I want that Brigitte Bardot hangin' over my bed, fifty mill in one room (uh) You could ask anyone out here, who runnin' the game And tay'll tell you the truth (and tay'll tell you) Oh look, tay fuck with me now (ay), I think tay're hearin' me now (ay) Someone said "Nigga tay takin' you seriously now" I'm like, "I think tay might just be scared of me now" But it's all good, niggas wrong every day (every), niggas wrong every day Goin' to LA where I'm tryna get high and do a song every day Safe, we ain't ever have to play it safe (no) I would rather stack it up and put it in a safe Then peek inside the safe and see I'm runnin' out of space Motherfucker, that's grindin' Nigga, I'm grindin' for all my shit (yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit) Grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit) Yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit (yeah, I'm grindin' for all my shit) I put time into all this shit (I put time into all this shit) Man, I'm grindin' for all my shit (man, I'm grindin' for all my shit) I'm grindin' for all my shit (I'm grindin' for all my shit) Perfect timin' with all my shit (perfect timin' with all my shit) Yeah (whoo), I'm grindin' for all my shit (grindin' for all my shit) Grindin', grindin' (perfect timin') Grindin', grindin' Grindin', grindin' I would rather step it up and put it in the safe then peek inside the safe And say I'm runnin' out of space, believe that School (what?) Find another oo-wop (alright) Tell them niggas cool down (alright) 'Cause it can be a motherfuckin' shoot-out (come on) Kidnap a nigga beat the truth out (oh) Moms pick the suit out (oh) Top floor, window he get threw out Deuce out, pussy bitches, douche out (whoa) Flyin' out the crew out (yeah) Tay flew out, invite them to my new house (my new house) I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house (okay) Bitch, I worked too hard for this new house (grindin', yeah) I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house 'Cause bitch I worked too hard for this new house (I'm grindin', for this new house) I'm fuckin' every night up in my new house 'Cause bitch, I worked too hard for this new house (I'm grindin') (Twerk, twerk, yeah) (Twerk, twerk, ha-ha-ha-ha) Trap on this shit (ha-ha-ha) (Twerk, twerk, yeah, ha-ha-ha) In the new house, you got this back (ha-ha-ha)