Lyrical Breakdown of From Da Bottom - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Young niggas gettin money and we don't owe yo niggas shit I'm from Philly nigga we come from the bottom come from nothin and niggas got the nerve to ask me why Im stuntin? huh? I'da sip Ciroc with Diddy drunk Spade with Hov in the vip with a 40 with some badass hoes had my grip on my forty still was at that stove the same night word got cooked half that sold pyrex and a triple beam like Mr. King had a dream we aint miss a thing talkin dirty to these niggas with my listerine If I was there you know we ball Mr. clean im talkin LIV Sunday blowin hella racks just gettin right cause in my life I been from Hell and back I'm just that nice and I don't write so you can tell em that I'm just makin up for nice when I was sellin crack on the corner in the cold trying to sling them O's and half my niggas in the city went against the code them niggas cold still partying them niggas bold but I'm like fuck it Im young and gettin it them niggas old take a walk up to that mirror boy and take a look at yourself you see a kid all nigga just looking for help and every night I'm in the studio killin myself a lot of niggas hatin on me now cause Im feelin myself fuck em though they screaming be humble, boy be humble but aint nobody say that when my stomach used to rumble looked in a cell when I saw my dreams crumble now I'm out here buzzin you can here the bee's bumble Seen some things that cant be told I was told these roads were pure as gold I never told I never sell my my soul I just went at every thing I dove Nobody's going back to da bottom Nobody's going to da bottom I can't be every nigga role model I cant go back to the bottom Niggas gettin high just to take the pain away when I'm just gettin by a couple million for a rainy day off season but I practice like I got a game today and everybody aint gon make it out its genesay feeling like Mike before the fade away I'm like should I take the shot? or let it fade away? and all this love I'm getting aint gon take the hate away but these haters motivate me in a crazy way aint no I in team from what I've seen every man for himself well, until I intervene I put my niggas on paper we swarm paper like lions when they smell blood when dream shatters they sell love like cocaine or heroin from heroin I'm Cobain I'm blowing up I did my own thing they want my soul and my body for a little chain I'm dancing with the luminati call it Soul Train nigga Yeah, Last night I forgot to pray for shit that I got today the devil ran the corner and the reaper a block away its body after body very few its finer way you got right for the hook like you stickin Dr. J my defensive is like three fences and a brick wall I get soft every time we go against ya'll I'm on guard play the point like I'm Chris Paul you get cross like hey I did mine for this ball for this rock you get shot big dog cause in this game we shootin metal like its pin ball I put this mac to your face like lip gloss and do you right and put you on ice like Lindros nigga I started with a dollar and a dream and I'm willing to go and get it by any means I cant be every nigga role model why nobody my role model I got my own son and race and my life is very precious and my son expect me to walk through that door every night so any nigga try and stop my shine gotta get it all my niggas out to get it and we aint never goin back to the bottom none of my niggas I hear everybody talkin he spending too much money be humble man fuck all that who was talkin when I was dead broke starvin huh? ay Guttta, what these niggas talkin huh? It's D.C. double M, G We been jumped out the barrel on your crab ass niggas you heard me? Meek Milly, real nigga For Life!