Lyrical Breakdown of Ready Or Not - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ready Or Not" 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 "Ready Or Not" 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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Ready or not, here I come You can't hide, nigga I'm too damn fly Sippin' all of this purple, it got me too damn high They say there down for the team but playin' two damn sides I'm like Niggas ain't loyal, niggas ain't loyal And these voices in my head saying niggas ain't for you And when you gettin money these niggas will aim for you And when it's looking sunny these niggas will rain on you It's a dark cloud over me, money too controling me I'm barely getting time to see my son and then she heard of me Baby momma trippin out, I tell her to work with me I'm on probabtion still strapped cause niggas want to murder me And lately I've been getting faded Cut a couple homies off cause them niggas hating And all these bitches wanna fuck me cause a nigga made it I'm getting paper heart cold as the refrigerator Young nigga getting money Young nigga getting money Young nigga go and get it yeah And ain't a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie And the diamonds in my chain, yeah Young rich nigga quarter millie worth of jewels Bad bitch with me trying blow me like a fuse Just to get a bag or maybe a pair of shoes Ain't it crazy what your lady would do for a pair of Loubs Big dreams turn to big thangs I've been waiting on this day since I was 16 Big chains, Aston Martin as I switch lanes Before I ever made a hit, I had a wrist game In the kitchen with them thangs, trying make a killing We in the building, every other month I make a million Any nigga talking reckless cause they think I'm chilling Till I put some money on thier head, yeah, make them feel it Have they own homies do him like they never knew him I'll have Armelle walk up on him when we run into him Close range shorty have him put something through him So I hope your ready cause we heavy and we're coming for you Young nigga getting money Young nigga getting money Young nigga go and get it yeah And ain't a damn thing change but the bezel on my Rollie And the diamonds in my chain, yeah The meek shall inherit heaven the earth So I'm a own this bitch until I'm buried in dirt I only roll with nigga that'll carry me to my hearse Blesses for my grandma, she carried me to that church And I don't know why, I just feel like I'm the one They label me a victim but now look what I become Or should I say became, I don't do it for the fame I'm for what they never make it but I went against the grain Charges riding against my name, assasination to my character Life's a bitch, she cheated on me but I married her Niggas getting murdered, this shit is getting scarier Dodging all the pot holes, jumping all the barriers And [?], I feel like I just got in that pussy Shorty wanna be a star, that's why she popping that pussy She trying to win so she hang amongst winners That's why I take the time just to pray at mom's dinner Cause I remember, cold nights not the winter Not the weather I'm talk about [?] Cause for that money, sins they get committed And friends they get to splittin', divided just like division So eryday that I wake up, my undivided attention It goes to getting that cake up and staying out of the prisons The system made me stronger And being broke just gave me my hunger I'm gone! Nigga like me I walk around, fear no man I don't owe you niggas shit! E'ry nigga you see around me That's the niggas that's with me, unless they in jail or dead or something Nigga livin' life like fuck all you niggas Ya feel me?!