Lyrical Breakdown of Gettin Money - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gettin Money" 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 "Gettin Money" 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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I wake up goin' get it Yungen on a mission Cause when niggas was eating they left me to do the dishes But i'm different I still put them on, just to show i'm right I used to be the dark child But now I glow at night I keep omelly by my side cuz we both alike Try and keep a nigga out the field cuz he be throwin' white Dishin' D Tryna get rich as me I'm worth a couple million Man this shit was meant to be 20 gold chains on, shit I think i'm Mr.T If I could live my life again I wouldn't do it differently Tryna bring my father back Just so he could witness me Back up in my zone, I swear my haters is history Bitches sayin' they missing me I never fall for it Cuz they just miss the money, they know I go hard for it And if my niggas need it, I tell 'em come for it Cuz when it comes to me, they shootin' like a small forward, swish My life is realer than I can explain Shootin' out with killers and choppin' em things Tryna make a killin from rockin the cake Duckin' from the feds and niggas that dropping these names They locked me in chains, niggas took shots with my frame In Killadelphia were bodies be dropping like rain Where bodies be dropping like rain In Killadelphia were bodies be dropping like rain I say that meek shall inherit the earth So I'ma own this bitch until I'm buried in dirt I only roll with nigga that'll carry me to my hearse Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church And I don't know why, I just feel like I'm the one They label me a victim but now look what I become Or should I say became, I don't do it for the fame I'm from where they never make it but I went against the grain Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character Life's a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers And if she a bitch, I feel like I just got in that pussy Shorty wanna be a star, that's why she popping that pussy She trying to win so she hang amongst winners That's why I take the time just to pray at mom's dinner Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter Not the weather, I'm talk about within us Cause for that money, sins they get committed And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division So eryday that I wake up, my undivided attention It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons The system made me stronger And being broke just gave me my hunger I'm gone!