Lyrical Breakdown of Problem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Problem" 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 "Problem" 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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Static, it's gon' be, it's gon' be static for sure
Cause what, what the rap audience ain't ready for is a real person
You know what I wanna say, a real N-I-G-G-A
I'm coming out, I'm 100% real
I ain't compromising nathing
Anybody that talk about me got problems
So, anybody that try to take away the Chasers' money as a whole, they got a problem
We gon' suffocate
Fresh off the boat, it ain't no stretch on the coat
We made that money, that money don't make us
We finna go get it like it was the first
And niggas is hurt, they say it's a drought and these bitches is thirsty
Then they make an excuse
Cause we still up and lit like it's Sunday at church
Blowing a roll, I got it back, I was down in the O
All around us, the gold
Niggas say that they hot like the top of the stove
Blooded down at my shows, Christian Louboutina
Look how I switch that new designer, I made my bitches Saint Laurenta
Hold up, welcome home to Chapo, glad to see you back out
Since you been on lockdown, we been in the crack drop
Banana prices back down, we up in the trap house
Yeah, bout to blow the money like a scammer
Tell them bitches that I'm going Hammer
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
Uh, pull up to Diddy and load up the dirty, so we can go put in some work
Be with them killers and hang with the hitters, you mention my name and get put on the shirt
We get the car, we hitting your block
Bend on that bitch, throw that shit in reverse
Jump out the van with the drum on the Glock
Chasing them down, if you trip, you get murked
Woo, whipping the white with the soda
Fucking them over I'm fucking with Hova
I jump out the Phantom, I'm sipping the Fanta
I bought that new Bentley, and I flooded the Rollie
All of these niggas know me, all of these bitches, they know I'm O.G
Come to my city, you know we O.D
Toting, I see me no rolling on me
She got all this ass out, I got all this cash out
I'm a fuck your girl like I love her in my glass house
She gon' cut you off, nigga, I tell her to never fuck you raw, nigga
Put a sign on that pussy
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
We put in that work and y'all calling now
It's looking like we got a problem now
It's looking like we got a problem now