Lyrical Breakdown of T.D - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "T.D" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.

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Woah I'm in this b-- like ayy, damn I'm in this b-- like ayy I'm in this b-- like ayy (Lil Boat) I'm in this b-- like ayy I'm in his b-- like ayy I'ma need me a minute before I walk in, ayy I'ma need me a b-- before it turn ten, uh I'ma need me a front and backend, all cash stacked in Rappin' around town and I'm downtown Big boy gat, I don't back down Talkin' big sh--, I got a sack now F---n' bad bitches, I'll blow a bitch back now (F--) Woah I'm in this b--like ayy, damn I'm in this b-- like ayy I'm in this b-- like ayy (Lil Boat) I'm in this b-- like ayy I'm in his b-- like ayy (Uh, I'm in his b--) Back to the bando I Tokyo Drift like the sample When sh-- wasn't sweet and so simple When it was just churches and candles We ain't have no Turks and no Caicos (Nah) No fresh pedicure for the sandals (Nah) We learned how to pedal, no handles Back when we traveled We trapped and we peddled right front of the Santos (Uh) Like who wanna match? I'm runnin' the maps I run it like laps, they runnin' in last I might overlap and won't double back 'cause my past is my past They all from my path and part on my back She wanted a bag, wanted some Raf Mines came with a name, hers came with some change We want the same thing, let's not get offtrack (Yeah, uh, uh) Back up in that b-- skatin' (Skatin') My wrist alone is the Ritz, I'm sayin' (Bling) Super Saiyan blonde, her lacefront on (Uh) Nigga, don't make me wait too long (Yeah) Flippin' rates of that Grey Poupon I play you food for all My b-- watch VH-1, first sixty days, RuPaul She been around Tyler way too long Um It's young T and he be that boy I talk death, but I don't like g-- I talk love, but I don't got none They talk charts, but they don't got one You got a stage, then it's one-point-one for one hour N----s came second to me, they so sour Had a slow climb, that's why they all doubt 'em And still came out on top, now that's power (Uh) F-- they respect, I won't miss a step, I won't intercept The tip of my tongue, I still got my soul and still got the check like Bling, bling, bitch, I feel like Juvie Raw as fuck, bitch, I feel like sushi Watch Blank Face and feel like Groovy Neck lookin' like a thot in labor But it's goin' up like it's an escalator Boys goin' down like Titanic sailor Yachty here and him from Decatur Flacko freer than a Costco plate of them samples, nigga I'm ample, huh When that suit come on, I throw a tantrum (Hoo) That's Igor, Igor, he a hot potato Y'all small fries for example, n--, um Don't run with the ride-a-long, n-- I'm a catalog, I'm a human A-- Little a-- b--, nah, you ain't in my category Unicorn rare, better put a saddle on, n-- Y'all rappity-rap, y'all critically 'claimed, they gassin' you up I went to your show and took little nap (Trash) That's why we not in the same bracket of tax I'm that n--, b-- I did it all with the passion, I'm a god in this fashion N----s tryna fit in with their arms in the jacket (Ugh) Had to pull myself together like it's all elastic Got the heart of a dragon, I'm a star, call me Patrick Heard the b-- was talkin' sh--, so I caught him in traffic I'm the type to walk in your house and sh-- on your mattress (Slow down, you're spitting everywhere), ugh I'm good, you could take it all away (Yeah) I'm God, you follow me 'cause I know the way (God) I'm in Philly and we all fly (Huh) If we don't got the whip, we do the walk-by (Yee) On your new picture, we archive (Ugh) If we cross paths, leave you cross-eyed Had to slap a b--, chose the wrong side (Ooh) Mob ties, b--, you get hog-tied, you chose the wrong side Mrs. Whack, I love your flow, nobody rhymin' like that Had to clean out my trunk to put your mom in the back The cops pulled me over, they don't know your mom in the back Big Whack makin' n-- take herbal and naps These h-- can't rap, they need a permanent pack I ain't f----n' with you boys, need the cervical cap Okay, I'm bored Okay, I'm tired Sleepy, huh Yeah, I don't wanna be like nobody else (Else) Lookin' so good, I might rob myself ('Self) Realize I gotta hide the wealth (Wealth) Told bro it's okay to be rich and stealth (Yee) 22, I might go fuck a MILF (MILF) My twin assistants both white as milk (Milk) Maybach, inside came soft as silk (Silk) Put a b-- on the molly, now she tilt This b-- been killed, built like a crushed can Makin' rap friends more sketch than a white van Billionaire Boat, more freedom than a white man F----n' on a b-- and she sound like a hype man Lookin' for a fly n--, I'm what you type in (Go) Been counted out since I could count (Yes) Got a public and a private account (Yes) For my bank and not my Insta', b--