Lyrical Breakdown of The Trillest - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Trillest" 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 "The Trillest" 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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Was the money good?, Was em bitches bad? Was them fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your Rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest See my momma cry too many tears And we been broke like too many years It ain't too many kids, a couple homies, there ain't too many there And they all gotta eat, they got too many kids To many kids with no fathers, doing too many bids Too many bids, just gave 'em kids too many years As soon as you get that money, that's sooner they appear Assuming you 'em owe something, they assuming you'll share And yeah, I've been losin' touch with my family, it ain't the same I should've gave my sister some money, but I made it rain I should've hit the crib with my son and play a game But instead I ended up at the jeweler to make a chain It's saying saying when you make money it make you change Like four quarters, the fourth quarter, I made a lane Shit, I had to walk forward they talkin' 'bout takin' trains And takin' planes, I put the work in and made a name But the question is Was the money good?, Was them bitches bad? was they fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest I never wanted to be like Mike, I wanted to be like Mitch Now all the lil' niggas wanna be like this I wear my chain in any city, let you see my shit 'Cause I earned that, it's on me, I'ma keep that shit I got blood on my money, ether in my soul Do you know the feeling durin' Easter with no clothes? Now it's stars in the ceiling, bringing ether out the rose With the curtains on the windows, I'm just peepin' at my ghost Money made me iller, already was realer Young kings killin', young kings over skrilla That's why I ride around mac on me like I was Miller Or Reggie when I shoot for that three They drop fetty, that's good money Come to my city, we talk heavy and die young When we get some paper, we cop Prezis ? 20 inch rims for the dope boy Sellin' that coke boy, trappin' on your note boy Got that ? off money, fuck I need a note for!? In them school hallways like "fuck I need a note for!?" We ain't wanna go to class, was sellin' coke raw The principal was coppa too, hit him with a snowball Was the money good?, Was them bitches bad? was they fuckin' good? Did your hood show you love?, did the hoes say you fly? If your friends say you're loyal, throw your rollies in the sky For the trillest, for the trillest As the champagne boils and the campaigns roar And the lights shine bright every night that plug, for the trillest Lookin' for that intro I was at the dealer lookin' for another Benzo Match kicks with my Kenzo, young nigga Heart of a lion, hungry as hippo When I was on my last, nobody ain't tell me shit though Flow slicker than Crisco, niggas talkin', I get low Do my thing, they jump back, know how that shit go And they still say I'm arrogant I'm still eatin' steak with the asparagus When I get that money like I married it 1 milly, 2 milly, 3 milly, buried it Since they say I'm underground, I run that bitch like Harriet Rolls Royce pushin' real slow like a chariot Pull up on 'em niggas that got to me, shit, embarrassin' I'ma real nigga with money, never trash it You a fake niggas with money, it's no comparison Told me that I couldn't get signed when I was rappin' it And told me I couldn't do songs when I was battlin' They told me that I couldn't be trap, I started trappin' it Never listen to 'em, oh well, shit is immaculate I'ma just go sit up in this back again Smoke the weed and laugh at 'em Make a couple million by accident Couple niggas dropped on Twitter say they back again Couple months later on Twitter they say us laxative Shitted on 'em Nicky voice, did it on 'em Benjamins Plenty of 'em Benjamins, semi on 'em a many on a- Whole 'nother level from before now Tell my niggas when I see a hundred mil its going down When I made my first mil, I was like "it's on now" Then I made my second mil, money on the floor now Then I made my third mil, I'm like "I need more now?" I got in my zone and that money started pourin' down Every time I hit the booth, microphone torn down We couldn't get a pair of Pumas, we up in the store now, bitches!