Lyrical Breakdown of That's My N**** - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "That's My N****" 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 "That's My N****" 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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Ooh, ooh This that Philly-Bompton shit Yeah, haha I'm on the eastside rollin' with my westside niggas (Westside, westside, westside) We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) And the feds lookin', pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga That's my nigga, word up 4HUnnid nigga with that .40 pound on me Baller ammo, I got forty rounds tho Cash out Keenon nigga with the pounds low He count on me even when I move slow Come through Compton with all my niggas (my niggas) Come through poppin' with all my niggas (my niggas) You should've seen how we looked last winter (last winter) You should've seen how we ate last dinner I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas I don't fuck with them Hollywood niggas In the game, I'm the keep it right, nigga 'Cause all these rap niggas know my niggas wanna get 'em Basic bitches came to suck this dick, no Basic bitches came to fuck the clique, oh They tryna have me on some sucker shit I'ma do it my way nigga, fuck the script Came thru the block with everything that's new Sippin' that motherfuckin' DS2 I can't fuck with him if he ain't true They like, "He alright but he ain't you" We like, five milli on board the ship I was the richest nigga on the tip Locked down with the killers and the robbers, going hard in it Open the gate, jump on the lift And now we headed to the westside, rolling in some hot shit Double in the backseat, it look like a mop stick You ain't gotta ask me, nigga, you ain't got shit You ain't talkin' money, I see you done switched the topic You be only fuckin' with niggas that be on cop shit I be only fuckin' with bitches that get it poppin' You don't wanna see one my niggas face in a stockin' Spray up your corner over some nonsense I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside, westside, westside) We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga That's my nigga, word up Can a real crip, get a lil' bit? Dump on a nigga for some silly shit A hundred four rounds when the milli kick, yeah Gang bang niggas who he really with (crip!) And we don't talk to no motherfuckin' law Cooked up, caked up, slangin' that raw, nigga Roll through the city, gun by your side Bangin' with the loud or the silencer Leave him on the floor with his brains spilt out Tanners, scanners, bananas peeled out Back to the set, no sweat, ducked off Come through the hood and you will get fucked off Nigga, this's crip on my, two times Don't give a fuck and we'll bust him one time, nigga What y'all thought? We criss to cross You miss, your loss, we settin' it off I'm on the eastside rolling with my westside niggas (Westside, westside, westside) We're just tryna do it big like that Bed-Stuy nigga (Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy, Bed-Stuy) And the feds looking, pray they don't catch my nigga (I pray they don't catch my nigga) Might pull up on the corner like that's my nigga And burn this bitch down like Left Eye, nigga That's my nigga, word up