Lyrical Breakdown of Drug Habit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drug Habit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Moneybagg Yo weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Drug Habit" 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 Moneybagg Yo employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(KJ let the beat knock)
I got drug habits, you gon' judge me or you gon' stay?
Ayy, baby, I got drug habits, you gon' judge me or you gon' stay?
I get high, pour up some drank
Takin' two, three percs a day
Ho say she love me, I fucked her twice, went crazy the first night
Pussy tight, her head right, want me to fuck her e'ry night
I can do that, mama
Buy me some guns in yo' name
Say she gon' do that, uh-huh
This lil' bitch doper than cocaine
I'm in mansion, and this bitch here big like Michael Jackson house
Had some hoes that was gon' cook, they started recording, I put 'em out (bye)
Two, three guns on me in traffic (rrr), won't stop shootin' 'til we run out
Where the drank man? I need some mo'
I'm down to one more ounce
You want a Goyard? You want a Birkin?
Ya' life up?
You want a new car?
Get out that Honda, get piped up
She want a street nigga who ridin' 'Cat (skrrt), be firin' back (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo)
Whole time she think she got one, don't know I'm lyin' back
I'ma dog baby, I bite, ain't no good for your life
I'm just tryna fold you up, throw you 'round like a kite
Drop the pin if you love me
Money ain't shit, I put like ten on lil' buddy (on his dub)
I'm fresh to death, I heard the feds watchin'
Seen him out in public, had his head droppin'
Hit him with that switch (ah), he couldn't even run, I think his legs lockin' (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Go
What's that you combining?
Two RP's, I chase it down with purple
I'm on different timing, like a clock, e'rything come full circle
Ain't no way around it, nigga better stand down, they don't wanna see no murder
I'm big CEO, can't argue with no worker (runner)
50 bitches on a yacht with me and Z-Bo (movie)
N-Less on my pendant, I'ma hurt sum 'bout this logo (shoot it)
Maybach, Maybach, Maybach, yeah that's me, Fatt Fox, and 'Sino (loafs)
Just smashed a rapper bitch at a mansion out in Encino (Cali')
All these niggas talkin' 'bout they trappin', I'm knowin' these niggas cappin' (yap)
Bought a watch before a car, tryna flex, but you hustlin' backwards
It look like I'm by myself, but a hunnid members behind me
Send a blitz, they rushin' at yo ass like a front lineman
Blood on all these diamonds (speak)