Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Good (feat. Lil Wayne) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I'm Good (feat. Lil Wayne)" 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 Good (feat. Lil Wayne)" 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.
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Yeah, uh
I'm so fuckin' awesome, my marbles I lost 'em
I'm taking everything, everything but precaution
Your bitches wanna call us and text us like Austin
Pussy make me hard, pussy niggas make me nauseous
I've been on my feet since the day I started walkin'
Bitch I think I'm MC Hammer, put the nail in the coffin
Sell coke in a drought, sell pussy at a auction
Bullets got a nigga runnin' fast enough to race horses
Around here you sniff these lines, you don't cross 'em
Kill your ass and leave you behind like a orphan
I swear it happens all the time, very often
Still getting baseball money, Barry Larkin
Around here we play for keeps, yeah we eatin' but we starvin'
I get me a little money, try to spread it like margarine
I'm flyer than a motherfucker, all my flights chartered
Green Kush, red flag, black car, white lawyer, I'm good
Yeah, MMG YMCMB nigga, Tune what up?
Ay, I say I go into my beast mode, rappin' niggas I eat those
I tell a bitch take a deep breath then bend them knees like a free throw
I don't want me no good girl, I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom I make a movie, it's starrin' me with that Lee Rose
Cause I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on closet
Racks in my pocket, these racks I deposit
Got racks on my conscience, money on my mind
I got shooters on my team, they got bodies on their nine
Look at that bad bitch right there, see that body on that dime
I ain't swimming in no hoe, you know I'm probably on that grind
All these niggas hating on me, me, but I ain't on that time, time
Cause I be in that back nigga and I ain't talkin' about swine
I'm talking 62 West, they say a nigga too fresh
You a rat, your homie singin', y'all should do a duet
Shawty told me she love my swag, I make that pussy too wet
You niggas banned and my hoes and I'm like why they'd do that? (go)
Um, I don't have a conscience, all my friends are monsters
They visit me so constant and talk to me about nonsense
Like stabbin' you and then watchin' you fight for your life like you boxin'
Bitch deuce deuce, I smoke that OG killer, Bobby Johnson
I'll ollie over that bitch head, it's Hollygrove till I'm fucking dead
I did a bid for that toast, so fuck with me I'll treat you like butter bread
But I still go hard with no regard, Earth ain't shit, bitch go to Mars
Leave a nigga dead in the gutter, it'll just be him and a bloody ass bowlin' ball
I'm fresh as hand sanitizer, don't hate the game, just analyze it
Two Xanax, I'm fantasizin' about fat bitches' panty sizes
Take a bullet to the chest, be a man about it, stop acting like a little bitch nigga
Most of y'all niggas is bitch niggas, I got a tiger in the basement, Big Tigger
My hair long and my dick bigger, my hair long and my dick bigger
My hair long and my dick bigger, my money longer, my weed stronger
I feed hunger, I no longer get my weed from Fee
I pull that freedom off my waist, now watch me let freedom ring, ding