Lyrical Breakdown of T-Shirt - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "T-Shirt" 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 "T-Shirt" 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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(Nard & B) (Trenchwerk) (Ayy) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (white) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (yeah) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy) Woah, Kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy) Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrrt, skrrt) Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (grrah) Neck water faucet (water) Mockingbirds mocking (woo) Act' pint stocking (act') Gnats keep thottin' (gnat) Wrist on hockey (hockey) Wrist on rocky (rocky) Lot of niggas copy, huh Name someone can stop me (no one) Bitches call me papi (bitch) 'Sace, that's my hobby ('Sace) Scotty on the molly, pocket rocket from O'Reilly (grrah) One off in the chamber, ain't no need for me to cock it (uh-uh) Niggas get to droppin' when that Draco get to poppin' (frr) All I want is cottage, roll a cigar full of broccoli (cookie) No check, want all cash, nigga, I don't do deposits (uh-uh) Bitches cross the border, nigga, bitches from the tropics (whew) I'ma get that bag, nigga, ain't no doubt about it (yup) I'ma feed my family, nigga, ain't no way around it (family) Ain't gon' never let up, nigga, God said show my talent (show it) Young nigga with the Anna, walkin' with the hammer (grrah) Talkin' country grammar, nigga, straight out Nawf Atlanta (Nawfside) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy) Woah, Kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy) Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrrt, skrrt) Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (Ayy) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (white) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (yeah) Mama told you Mama told me (mama) Not to sell work Mama told you (uh) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (white) 1995 (90s) 2005 (2000s) Seen it with my eyes (seen it) Dope still alive (dope) Real mob ties (mob) Real frog eyes (frog) Real whole pies (woah) All-time high (high) Do it for the culture (culture) They gon' bite like vultures (vultures) Way back when I was trappin' out Toyotas (woo, skrrt, skrrt) I'ma hit the gas (gas) 12 can't pull me over (12) Space coupe, Quavo Yoda, pourin' drank in sodas I get high on my own, sir Heard you gon' clone, sir Stop all that flexin', young nigga don't wanna go there Never been a gopher but I always been a soldier (no) Young niggas in the cut, posted like a vulture (woo, bah) Divin' off the stage in the crowd, it's a mosh pit (dive) Yeah, shawty bad, but she broke and she don't own shit Mama asked me, "Son, when the trappin' gon' quit?" (Mama, mama) I been ridin' 'round through the city in my new bitch (woo, skrrt) Young nigga poppin' with a pocket full of cottage (ayy) Woah, Kemosabe, chopper aimin' at your noggin (ayy) Had to cop the Audi, then the top, I had to chop it (skrrt, skrrt) Niggas pocket watchin', so I gotta keep the rocket (Ayy) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (white) Mama told me (ayy) Not to sell work (mama) Seventeen five, same color t-shirt (yeah) Mama told you Mama told you