Lyrical Breakdown of Tic Tac Toe - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tic Tac Toe" 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 "Tic Tac Toe" 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 did a Saks Fifth run (Yeah) I did a bad bitch run, uh I just bought a new AP (AP) 'Bout to get the bad bitch one (Yeah) Nigga like the new Jay-Z (Woo) Pockets on fat, Big Pun (Big bag) I be goin' too crazy (Crazy) Hit a famous ho, which one? Yeah Ain't no stopping me Talk on the 'net, don't apply to me I can't be with these rap niggas I know my dawgs gon' slide for me All that talk, that's cap, nigga Y'all be soundin' like cops to me Layin' on the jet with a MAC, nigga Bust down, ain't no robbin' me I don't want my old bitch back (I don't wanna her) Shit, damn, but I still wanna fuck, uh (Yeah) I be overload with the drip (Drip) Shit might spill in my cup, uh I can't fuck with these niggas (Fuck 'em) But I still send 'em my love (Yeah) I ain't gotta trap no more (No) I'ma just give 'em my plug (Yeah) New bitch ass too fat (Ass too fat) Put a price tag on that (Price tag) No, I'm not cuffin' these thots (No) You ain't gotta ask me that (No) I be tryna run up this guap (Run it up) Nigga, you can have 'em back (Yeah) Two big boy Rolls Royces (What?) And we goin' back to back, huh Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do Got the K everywhere I go Don't come to me 'bout no ho Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do Got the K everywhere I go Don't come to me 'bout no ho Don't come to me 'bout no rumor My partner, he got a tumor Every day, I keep a ruler Just me, I don't need no shooter Don't come to me 'bout no mess Want beef, I'm sayin' less It ain't nothin' to get you wet Make a movie on your set Benji, Benji, Benji on Benjis (Benjis) Keepin' my hoes in that Fendi (That Fendi) Whippin' that Rolls like a hemi (Skrrt) Face down, smearin' her Fenty, uh Niggas, they always got somethin' to say See 'em, it's nothin' to talk about (Nothin') Catch you and you tried to stunt in the club You gettin' smoked in the parking lot Came on the block (Uh) Brand new Saint Laurent (Whoa) I gotta lay off designer 'Cause honestly I've just been makin' 'em hot (Yeah) I'm not a Muslim but I had to put In them prayers to make it sell out (Woo) I know my way to the top I took a circle and made it a block, run (Break it down) Red fish, blue fish, old bitch, new bitch (New bitch) Niggas said it's on sight, see me, he ain't do shit, uh We got them thirties on thirties (Thirties) Phantom is newer than Jersey (Jersey) I put that bitch in a figure four Fuck it, I'm doin' her dirty (Dirty) Don't even know what I'm in it for (I don't) I probably get her a Rollie (A Rollie) I probably get her Chanel, Chanel And then she know I'm fuckin' her homies (Her homies) Keep a bad bitch in my face (My face) She tryin' to get to first place (First place) We don't pop X, pop Ace (Pop Ace) And we only cop by case, huh Poppin' niggas like tic-tac-toe Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do Got the K everywhere I go Don't come to me 'bout no ho Poppin' niggas like Tic Tac Toe Sippin' Ace of Spades, I do Got the K everywhere I go Don't come to me 'bout no ho Don't come to me 'bout no rumor My partner, he got a tumor Every day, I keep a ruler Just me, I don't need no shooter Don't come to me 'bout no mess Want beef, I'm sayin' less It ain't nothin' to get you wet Make a movie on your set