Lyrical Breakdown of Roll On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Roll On" 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 "Roll On" 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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Migos, Montana Get your roll on (Yo!) Young nigga get your roll on (Commando!) Haah! Know some niggas on my team play with yayo I just point at you they shoot you on commando I know niggas pop and roll no Fabo I got Molly, I got white, OJ Mayo Young nigga get your roll on Young nigga, young nigga, get your roll on Young nigga get your roll on Young nigga, young nigga, get your roll on Young rich nigga, get my roll on Then I take the pot and turn the stove on Skrr! Skrr! Cook a brick with my gold on All that damn water Quavo made a thunderstorm They call me Quavo Ken Nugent The birds I get it, I move it The gas is lookin' like mucus Young Quavo-Frank Lucas I'm makin' a movie, Migo 3 stooges, bricks in the doolie I'm calling the plug I juug the finesse and his ass for the cutie Every nigga 'round my hood servin' yayo Why you think that con crib is payed for? All I got is doe paper Bad bitch with no make up Crib it got no neighbors Now I need no favors Stackin' up this money Niggas never took none from me Ain't no car-jack, extorsion That fuckery get a car fine Rollie on my wrist Michael Corleone with them bricks Get my roll on my niggas Better hold on your bitch The trap house I'm holding, you niggas is folding I'm striking these hoes like I'm bowling Now niggas hit a ticket for a picture My money too big it ain't folding Can't play Anquan Boldin Leanin' I'm [?] is gold alike [?] I'm sippin on codeine, I'm sellin' that white That Mary and Ashley, that Zack and that Cody I ain't got to roll it but them niggas still rolling [?] brawlin', the Bentley is loaded She's smoking on Cookie lil' mama she's choking Fabo she rollin' my [?] Rollin'! Rollin'! Rollin'! Boot up! Boot up! Boot up! Milwaukee you know I got bucks Benjamins older than chucks