Lyrical Breakdown of Respect The Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Respect The Game" 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 "Respect The Game" 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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Yah Big bag, got 'em big mad A nigga gettin' to some money And his bitch bad Jumpin' out the Rolls truck with the temp tag I'm gettin' money, I don't get mad, ugh Ask a nigga in my hood He go and said it on stand And when them situations came I came out like a champ When it was pourin' down rain and I came out of it damp But now it's champagne showers When we poppin' the champ', ugh We dodged all the feds and they traps Niggas can't be us 'cause they rats Stand tall, point a finger, never that I knew a nigga had it all Went to the B and get it back That's why I'm humble as ever And I rumble whatever Don't chase hoes 'cause They come with this cheddar I seen my man girl start actin' Bougie when he fuck up his cheddar Before you knew it, niggas was Fuckin' her better I knew about it and I- Wanted to tell him, I felt funny as ever But when I told him He went runnin' to tell her, damn Remember I was down bad I'm talkin' under the cellar Now the Rolls Royces come with umbrellas For the rain and all the pain that we been through If you don't feed your wolves They gon' put you on the menu That's why I be with family And some bulls that I been knew If money determined loyalty We'd cut you with a Ginsu Now I go against you, facts Rule number one, Never count your homie pockets Thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a bitch That'll fuck you for some purses Rule number three Save you some of that money Shit you better stop splurgin' 'Cause when it's all said and Done and you back at The bottom, they gon' treat you Like you worthless Respect the game Fuck the fame We millionaires fuck your watch and lil' chain Niggas disappear as quick as Lil Xan You feelin' yourself, I know you got a lil' lane Just hold your composure I seen this shit happen over and over That couple hundred thousand holdin' you over That ain't real money That's bill money, buy a Rollie Get a wheel money Catch a case, pay a lawyer, take a deal money Now you tapped out and got no appeal money Callin' home like niggas done did you wrong But when you had that money You could've put niggas on And the moment they put cuffs on you Your bitch was gone Student of the game I'm just ahead of my class I'm that nigga But I never got my head up my ass You doin' good, but I'm ready for bad And you won't never catch me frontin' 'Cause I'm used to bein' second to last Respect the game Rule number one, Never count your homie Pockets thinkin' you deserve it Rule number two, never trust a Bitch that'll fuck you for some purses Rule number three, Save you some of that money Shit you better stop splurgin' 'Cause when it's all said And done and you back at The bottom, they gon' treat you Like you worthless Respect the game