Lyrical Breakdown of Issues - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Issues" 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 "Issues" 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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Lord, forgive me for my sins, used to pray to get a brick Nigga icy like it's hockey, and I'm playin' with them sticks He don't like me, but he gotta respect the fact we gettin' rich Nigga threw a shot and missed me, threw 'em back and he got hit Brrrt, brrrt Went from public housing to a glass house (glass house) Fuckin' famous bitches in my trap house My main bitch fight my side bitch, Kash Doll The only way to keep them quiet when I cash out (woo!) What you doin'? Gettin' paid, young nigga How you in the mob? 'Cause I'm made, young nigga Say you need a job, come my way, young nigga And if I point 'em out, better spray them niggas, bop! I'm a bad influence (bad influence, ho) Talkin' money and I speak it fluent (speak it fluent, ho) Paid a couple mil' to wear Puma (wear Puma) I thank God for all this sauce, hallelujah (amen, amen, amen, woo) Yeah I knew it, hatin' on me, yeah I knew it (yeah I knew it) Come down to that check, I'm like Nike, I just do it (I just do it) Boy I must be poppin', they keep poppin' up with rumors (poppin') Where and who I'm poppin', what I'm coppin', who I'm screwin' (who I'm screwin') What you doin'? Wait a minute, gettin' paid (gettin' paid) She said, "Meek you know my boyfriend and what's his name" (what's his name) Yeah I know him, mhmm, he a lame (he a lame) Don't you ever bring that fuckboy up again Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up, disrespectful, might offend you When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah) Hangin' by the rope like some dope (like some dope) Pretty hoe, deep throat 'til she choke (ooh) Pussy good, super wet, need a boat (need a boat) Niggas tryna run my way, let 'em float (let 'em die) Put my young bull on the chain 'cause I miss Snupe (miss Snupe) Fuck a bad broad, make her kiss Snupe (kiss Snupe) I can't ever tell a bitch, "I miss you" (miss you) Better not tell nobody if I kiss you (bitch, you) Kiss and tell, fuck you good, hit you well (hit you well) I just made like 20 M's, they say it's an L (what?) Niggas prayin' that I fall and I wish 'em well Bitch you crazy, I'm too wavy, I'm like Biggavel' Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up, disrespectful, might offend you When it's time for war we send the missiles (woah) Hit 'em with finesse, kill 'em with success Nigga lookin' broke, give them niggas stress (broke) Don't do some shit you know that you gon' regret Reachin' for my neck, that'll get you stretched (brrrt, brrrt) Poppin' all this shit, need some tissue I can't trust a bitch 'cause I got issues Young rich nigga so official Next up, disrespectful, might offend you (woah) Bunch of bad broads on the menu Bunch of foreign cars when we bend through Next up, disrespectful, might offend you When it's time for war we send the missiles (brrrt, brrrt)