Lyrical Breakdown of Started from the Bottom - Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Started from the Bottom - Freestyle" 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 "Started from the Bottom - Freestyle" 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.
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Black Benz You repent Give a fuck about this paper Say you're girl is a fan now that bitch up at my table Everyday the same cycle Got the weed, got the liquor, got the swishers and these bitches we gone pull an all nighter Doing this shit for VA Two hundred on the freeway They blowing up my phone cause they tryna get a 3-way This shit looking like a relay She already chose cause it's too many niggas but it's not enough hoes Goddamnit I know you can't stand it while I discommand it I do damage and she pull her panties down to the floor she let me cut Think I needa bandage imma pussy bandit If yo nigga tripping 40 on him tell me when to go I put five hundred thousand on you Why you rented four If that shit is yours then what it's tented for Throw that westside up With them lamborghini doors And I step right up I make it rain I make it pour huh Who a low-life Nigga get it straight All this ice In ya face All this money I don't need a safe How you talking money to a fucking bank Now throw a couple bands on it Walk the plank, walk the plank Yea stand on it That's your bitch, I'm sorry she put her hands on it I know you hating but you know you a fan homie Okay I love them asian, Love them red dots She give me brains what I call her headshots Them white girls say they love tupac It's hella black bitches all up on this white yacht Yea because its snapbacks and tattoos Girl take them tights off gone let that ass loose This a tax write off You know I'm that dude And my flow is ewww like that pink thing on that baboon Shitty, My niggas with me riding for my city Got Virginia on my back My autograph across her titty Pop that pussy like I pop a wheelie Always beatin, I committed On the dick acting silly Gone girl get it, get it Fuck being low-key I be on that loud pack All this smoke up in the air Can't see where the crowd at Thinking you gone drink for free Bitch I can't I allow that Real nigga section Bitch you are around that Hahah alright