Lyrical Breakdown of Slippin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slippin" 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 "Slippin" 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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I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I gotta get up I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I can't get up But I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I gotta get up I'm slippin', I was fallin' Yeah I bet I'll get up I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I know I'm gettin' up I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I better get up But I'm slippin', I'm fallin' I gotta get up Use that money for motivation Them same ones that came up with me hatin' When money talkin', it can change a conversation They'd rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off I'm dedicated, but I'm runnin' out of patience Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the eighth gone On medication, me and Satan conversatin' Okay that lean had me slippin', damn dawg you trippin' Had to tell my niggas and stay focused on the mission Now we at the Grammys, started in the kitchen And I brought the family, fuck them other niggas Cause ain't nobody listen when I told 'em I would blow Now the VIP be crowded every city that I go Shorty said she like my style, I be thinkin', "Yeah I know" Would've never gave me play back in the day when I was broke So I ball hard, post it on the 'Gram just to motivate 'em When you're gettin' money, niggas' broke, they supposed to hate it Hurt my heart when I seen my closest homie caught the vapors Gotta watch 'em closely, backstabbers didn't poke me Shot me, brought me down on my knees, tried to Derrick Rose me Won 'em a ring, still did me like I was Kobe Talked down on me when they thought that I slipped You niggas crazy if you thought I would quit, no! Use that money for motivation Them same ones that came up with me hatin' When money talkin', it can change a conversation They'd rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off I'm dedicated, but I'm runnin' out of patience Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone On medication, me and Satan conversatin' Yo, bein' broke is so embarrassin', got sick of wastin' time I took some packages to Maryland Me and Leek, couple pounds of tree in the caravan Before I ever wrote a rhyme, I had a scam Might have been young, but I had a plan I wanted designer clothes Pooch was in the kitchen with a lot of coke I wanted this money since a snotty nose We was in the staircase, watchin' fiends driftin' off Now it's Teterboro flyin' private jets, liftin' off Tell the pilot I just need to know when we about to land I was watchin' Ds sendin' out them vans Stashed a couple pieces in my Nike sock Never could I like a cop My man ain't know his mother used to like to cop Damn, homie A Cuban chain and a Rollie'll make your man switch Same one you flipped grams with and split your sandwich Meek told me just get this money and motivate 'em It's no debatin', if you broke we ain't got no relation Harlem! Use that money for motivation Them same ones that came up with me hatin' When money talkin', it can change a conversation They'd rather see me locked in shackles, watch me take off I'm dedicated, but I'm runnin' out of patience Hopin' these pain pills take away frustration We drinkin' lean and pourin' up until the 8th gone On medication, me and Satan conversatin'