Lyrical Breakdown of I'm a Boss - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm a Boss" 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 "I'm a Boss" 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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Woo (the Cannon, the Cannon, the Cannon)
Woo (Trendsetter)
Jahlil Beats holla at me
Look I be riding through my old hood, but I'm in my new whip (yes sir)
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit (yeah)
They say they gon' rob me, see me never do shit (never)
'Cause they know that's the reason they gone end up on a news clip (murder)
Audemar on my wrist, bustdown (bling)
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winning touchdown (score)
'Member me dead broke? (Broke)
Look at me, up now (up)
I run my city from South Philly back to Uptown
Thank God, all these bottles I popped
All this paper I been gettin', all these models I popped
I done sold a hundred thousand 'fore my album got dropped
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now look at me
Look at me, I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shawty asked me for a check, I told that bitch like no way
'Cause I made it from the bottom there was nothin' our way
And I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay
Bitch I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I call the shots (I call the shots)
I'm with the murder team (murder team)
Call the cops (call the cops)
We in the building (we in the building)
Y'all are not (y'all are not)
You short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mo'fuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (yeah)
Hey
Got so many shades they thought I had a lazy eye (huh)
Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes ride (huh)
No love cry when only babies die
And when I go that casket better cost a hundred thou'
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes
Snatch his soul up out that shirt, let's take him for that ride
OG is one who standing on his own feet
A boss is one who guarantee we gone eat (huh)
Fuck a blog dawg 'cause one day we gon' meet
I'm a spaz on yo' ass like I'm Monique
Or a double stack better nigga double that
Jerry Jones money nigga you a running back
Herschel Walker (what?), Bo Jack (hah), Ricky Waters
Better run that dope back
Boss, and I put that on my Maybach
Four hundred thou' bitch you wish you saved that
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (hu)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mo'fuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (yeah)
Couple cars I don't never drive (nah), bikes I don't never ride (nah)
Crib I ain't never been (no), pool I don't never swim (never)
Fool you ain't better (nah), I move like the president (yeah)
E'rything black-on-black, you know I be strappin' that
Rattin' ass niggas walkin' 'round wearin' wires
Fuckin' up the game got the hood on fire
Bitch, I'm a king (king) call me sire
If you say I don't run my city you a mo'fuckin' liar
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), you a fraud (you a fraud)
You cross the line I get you murdered for a cost (murder)
Out in Vegas (out in Vegas), I took a loss (took a loss)
At the fight we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor (we on the floor)
Scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke, I'ma take yo' money
I ain't never dropped a dime
You ain't take nothin' from me
In the hood e'ryday, bitch, I'm good what I say
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch
It's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my mo'fuckin' crown?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh) I call the calls (yeah)
Hey