Lyrical Breakdown of On Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On Me" 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 "On Me" 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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Yeah, reportin' live from the Northside of Litty City You fuck my bitch, I'ma keep it, player I just want you to know that we the Navy Seals We gon' strike your whole motherfucking platoon, nigga Gang (Bangladesh), ugh Three bad bitches, fuckin' on me Top floor at my penthouse, yeah Young rich nigga, I'm on my roll Fuckin' them hoes in my flip-flops, yeah Fuck her, that troll and this hip-hop, woah Nigga play me, gon' get shot (brr) Quarter mil' 'caine, my wrist white, woah Bust down, Patek don't tick-tock, no We got them birds in a drought I caught a plaque and they hittin' it raw This life I'm living be trippin' me out 'Cause I just light a flamers, be spittin' in my mouth (ew) I'ma buy-a-bird for a project bitch Rolls truck coming, I'ma cop that shit Ass all fat, tell her pop that shit like (booty, booty, booty, booty) (shit like) Every red bottom, know I got that shit Post it on the Gram, but you not that lit Your favorite rapper is not that rich (booty, booty, booty, booty) (that rich) Fly Dubai on Emirates (Emirates) Only fly a mob that's with the shits (with the shits) All bad hoes need discipline (booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes (booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come- (tell her come-), fuck on me (fuck on me), tell her come fuck on me (fuck on me) Fuck on me (fuck on me), tell her come fuck on me (fuck on me) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah (Cardi) I bought my money ring, your's out (woo) Red Lamborghini with the doors out (ugh) I hit them the mall, clear stores out (ugh) (booty, booty, booty, booty) Hit it to your face, get pores out, yeah I been hard workin' and humble, but Believe me, I've heard of the mumble (look) I'm just gon' leave it alone (yeah) 'Cause I would put burners to bundles Bitches are miserable, they are so typical Hating is cheap, not my material Look where I'm at, run back to years ago I used to strip, now I keep a different pole (Cardi) I do not fuck with your kind, no I do not fuck with your vibe, no I am a big, boss bitch (woo), I do not come in your size, no (booty, booty, booty) I seen a bitch tryna switch sides (switch) Then jump back, tryna dick ride (no) But I ain't really worried about these hoes (huh?) Cause bitches are hurt, D. Rose (yeah) Gucci bags, 40 count stickin' out (ugh) If they want the smoke, then I give it out (ugh) I might leave my robe at your nigga house (woo) Give you two something to figure out (ha-ha, yeah) I seen all these shots and they brick, brick, brick Try something new ho, quick, quick quick Body bag, body bag, zip, zip, zip (booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes (booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come- (tell her come-), fuck on me (fuck on me), tell her come fuck on me (fuck on me) Fuck on me (fuck on me), tell her come fuck on me (fuck on me) I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah I want a freak nasty ho (freak, freak nasty ho) I'm in a red 'Sace robe (robe, robe) (booty, booty, booty, booty) I do not come in your size Brand new Rolls, all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho (freak, freak) I seen a bitch go an' switch sides I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I'm in a red 'Sace robe, fuckin' on all bad bitches (booty, booty, booty, booty) I want a brand new Rolls, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes (booty, booty, booty, booty) Tell her come-, fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me Fuck on me, tell her come fuck on me I want a freak nasty ho, and I want all bad bitches I want a freak nasty ho, that'll grant all my wishes, yeah (Booty, booty, booty, booty)