Lyrical Breakdown of Story I Tell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Story I Tell" 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 "Story I Tell" 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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Yeah, yeah QC, migo Life story, yeah Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been down the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take the pot and fucking beat it You never been down the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y'all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then linked in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty jewels Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school Remember the days with the pocket rockets Turned the bando to a fucking hot pocket It's a million dollars in the corner pocket I just share the rock like I'm John Stockton African diamonds, Olajuwon, Houston Rockets My niggas they got 'stendos on their guns, they go up out it Ain't no need to talk about it Megaton trucks, it don't weigh enough Had to take out the plug, he was switching up You mad cause your label do finger fucks QC the label got mega bucks Gas off in the back of the spinner bus Say that you trapping, really you got touch and bust This is the life of the Hefty bags, you know that them ounces don't weigh enough Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been on the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take that pot and fucking beat it You never been on the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y'all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then lived in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty juice Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school I came a long way from dropping a visit Finessing the plug for his riches Wake up in the morning, I go grab the spatula Walk in the kitchen and whip me a chicken Her wrist is a Masi, my neck is a Bentley Blue Benjamins that can pay your tuition Lupe said that Activis been discontinued Double cup, a nigga still be sipping Got a plug out in Mississippi Wrap it up, ship it to Finley I trap out the bando, don't trap out the trap house And whatever you with, we with it Came a long way from that midget Money taller than a midget I keep the Mac like a midget Mama we made us a milli, we did it Fuck the negativity, fuck the critics Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been on the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah we had to eat it So I take that pot and fucking beat it You never been on the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y'all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then lived in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty juice Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school They hate that that money start coming in And I be too fresh, I call it double mints I was on the block, you was on punishment Giuseppe stepping, and my diamonds they compliments QC my label, and that's my establishment Supercharge my Bentley, I call it Clark Kent Me and my niggas spread the butter, margarine Puffin' the martian, got Raris, I cut off the engines Now park it You can catch a bullet in your carcass 100 band juug, and you wasn't a part I took the plug off and we had a departure You telling a story bout me, I'm the author These bitches be choosing, they digging my posture Whipping babies, I'm not talking bout toddlers Similac on these baby ballers Little babies get stuck they call me stepfather Dope on the scale, man you never seen it Hundred band juug, no you never hit it You never been on the road to riches This the story I tell so you pay attention Cold turkey, yeah, we had to eat it So I take that pot and fucking beat it You never been on the road to riches Take your pen and your pad cause you gonna need it Trap money, me and my dogs spend it Your bitch, me and my dogs hit it Drop the head on the Bentley then fall in it When we dropped Versace, then y'all did it They hate that we came from the Northside Then lived in the city, got mob ties They hate that we came in with plenty juice Young nigga just dabbin' first day of school