Lyrical Breakdown of NFL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NFL" 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 "NFL" 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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Yeah, back to the squad days Sittin' on the corner of Benson Yeah, let's take it back to the squad days Sittin' on the corner of Benson Smoke kickin' herb with my henchman Tryna play games and we benched 'em Scramble your egg with a biscuit Pay me, don't pay me attention I was 16, did I mention? Trans Am was yellow like Simpson Make the tires spin like a helicopter Stick sound like it's a helicopter Get a room at the La Quinta Inn Ball hard with no timeout Now I'ma show you what the grind 'bout Wavy baby, I don't wipe out All-star, I don't try out Meet the player, I don't strike out Let me tell you something you don't know about Me and Fee rode to Houston Came back with some jewelry And mo green than a grower house Pull up, meet me at the IHOP Hell, yeah, why not? Work stashed in the tight spot That's how I ball like Cyclops I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL Take it back, SQ days Mrs. Sharon house, Lex coupe days Had red beams for blue rays Had a lot of green for a few greys Big heads before blue heads Had loose cannons, no loose threads Always sharp as number two lead Number one when it come to new meds Tattoo tears, few shed Had closed ears for the who said Extra, extra, read all about it Her legs spread, then the news spread Got some goons up in Shrewsbury Turn a grape head to a prune head A snake head to a wound head Some snake heads be two-headed Got two guns for that type of shit Ballin' like we at the Super Bowl Scoring touchdowns and just spiked this shit You know the other team, they don't like this shit Tell 'em kick it off, nigga, heads or tails Party 'cause we win it every year Players can respect better players Ballin' like we in the NFL I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL I started off with an old Colt girl Link up 'cause you so dope Dopeboy 'cause I sold dough No suit, just a gold robe (hello?) Nigga, who am I? Am I who? All I know, nigga, I ain't you I just do what I came to do Don't follow me, just follow through My main bitch tryna tie the knot My side bitch a ring or two I can teach you a thing or two My full circle drug, ringer full It go left, left, pass Automatic cash Big booty bitch Girl, I'm on your ass All my bitches poppin' We pop up and pop a tag Call me Hoodybaby, I'm the nigga with the bag You got some junk in your trunk Bitch, I'm takin' out the trash Hello? I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL And you droppin' dimes like a wishing well Don't mess with these women that kiss and tell I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL I think I play in the NFL (yeah)