Lyrical Breakdown of Crown the Kings - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crown the Kings" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crown the Kings" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.

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Fuck it, crown the king You dig? You know know what I mean? Fuck it, crown the king (fuck it) Benz truck for the queen (Benz) G.I.A, my rings (G.I) G.I. Joe, my team (ice) Fuck what you mean (fuck it) Fuck what you mean (fuck what you mean) Talking too cheap (talk to cheap) Like money ain't green (like money ain't green) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Nigga might think you feds the way you snap pictures Shawty look like she serve the way she ride with niggas Get what you earn when you serve with pistols Trigger, finger, itching, itching R.I.P. to Pistol Pete She hit that line, London Fletcher Fishbowl, wrist swimming on the fish Catch a Babe Ruth, the bat I batted the bat (I batted the bat) Two hoes attached, call them Siamese cats (Siamese twins) I do all stunts (stunts), I kick like a football punt (kick it) You wanna talk loads? (Loads) I made three mil' this month (three M) You wanna talk keys? The white with the black wrap looking like nuns You wanna talk thieves? One side got it coming in, none Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it) (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Crown the kings (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em Drown the ice with medicine Drown your bitch with the skeleton (drown) I'm on the stove cooking elements (elements) The sky's the limit, I'm heaven-sent (sky) Dripping them flies, a pelican (dripping it) Buy my a zoo, I got elephants (zoo) They saucy, these niggas not relevant (who?) They copy the bros and it's evident (copy) Riding in the red Wraith, row your boat (boats) My soul devoted (soldiers) Bankrolls are loaded (bankroll) Cash out, no notice (hey) Rolls-Royce came with a chauffeur (chauffeur) Stick in the couch and the sofa (stick) Five karat in my ear, it's boulder (karats) Pass me the fire, smoke 'em (fire) Me and my bitch are like B and Hova (Hova) Go do a show and it sold out (sold out) Stash the hundreds they mowed up (stash) Fuck on your bitch til' she throw up (smash) Stick to the code, don't fold up (code) Boujee bitch, her nose up (boujee) Smashing the thot, do I toe-tap (smashing) Hundred round dramas, cold cuts Fuck it, crown the kings (fuck it) (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Crown the kings (crown the kings) We're living the dream (dream) (yeah) Nigga look like we'll, nigga look like we'll shoot at 'em (shoot) Niggas look like we'll sponsor the dope and you sell 'em (dope) Nigga look like you'd snitch on a nigga, yeah, you tellin' (you) Nigga might think we UPS the way we mail 'em I got every drug that start with a letter Chickens is tender With her, said that you Soulja Boy the way you tell 'em Breakin' and enter Free all my niggas locked up in the cell, no cellular (brr) I'm special, but first I was regular Fuck the feds and free my niggas that's federal Couple scammers and some decimals (decimals) I'ma feed 'em to the animals (awrr) I let 'em play in the back with them lions 'Til he run out of the stamina (run) I told him he stealing, he told me I'm lying I told him I got him on camera Act like I wanna make music with ya Just to hit you and your manager (brr) Fuck it, crown the kings Crown the kings Fuck it, crown the kings