Lyrical Breakdown of Think It's a Game (feat. Vory) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Think It's a Game (feat. Vory)" 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 "Think It's a Game (feat. Vory)" 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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It's too much, too much, too much, yeah Tell 'em, ayy Girl, just leave me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game now do you? Think it's a game, yeah My homie turned his back on me, I don't know how to feel about it 'Cause I get deep in my feelings and I won't kill 'bout it 'Cause niggas be knowin' my business and don't be real solid I got real problems Made my list for the hoes that flex, went back and still popped 'em Couldn't be holding this shit down ten, went in my wheel body Ain't seen my cousin like six months but still gon' drill 'bout him He in those trenches and I can't act like I don't care 'bout it This shit a war Nigga, I'm the plug and the extension cord Headshots soon as I spin the block, fuck you sent 'em for? Like you ain't know we stand on opps, sent 'em to the Lord Look 'em in they eyes 'fore they die, without no feelings for 'em Yeah I done seen a couple M's at 22, nigga who the fuck is you? You say you got shooters with you? Well, I got shooters too All my niggas missin' screws All they know is shoot He a killer but is aim off So we must recruit That nigga try me and mob, bitch I'm tyin' boots, yeah They tellin' everything but the truth Don't need no soldiers talkin' for me, baby I'm a troop They named my shooter Stephen Curry, all he know is shoot, yeah I'm talkin' close range Say your niggas out here wildin', we on the same thing We on the same thing His pain is my pain, we got the same pain Glock .40 help me sleep better Know where you live, know where I leave So we could creep better Go get your gun, I make my gun turn you to three letters And have your soul forever rest in peace Knowing we better than that New Berrettas and MACs New vendettas attached And we can't never get back Now you can never relax You gotta forever be strapped, pussy In the valleys of the shadows of death Will the reaper be regained? We never pressed to play them Clubs on the weekend 'cause that's gon' lead us to only Thuggin' and beefin' with some lil' niggas that's beneath us Probably ain't even eatin', that's lose-lose We kill ten of y'all, we ain't even even (you niggas jealous) Just leave me in silence Just got a call from all my niggas, said they still 'bout it Closest homie turned his back, we gotta kill 'bout it Even though it hurt my soul, act like I don't care about it Nigga, fuck this rap shit, ain't no cap shit I was rich before this rap shit, fuck a caption And your nigga said he want action, so he get clapped quick Fuck around and name that nina Brad Pitt, 'cause he an actress and I'm a savage Pussy, hmm Think it's a game until they holdin' onto your brains and shit, do you? Ayy Think it's a game now do you? Think it's a game, yeah