Lyrical Breakdown of ON GOD - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "ON GOD" 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 "ON GOD" 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.
- 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 Moneybagg Yo's narrative.
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Hey
Out here havin' my way, get with me (Speak)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' in the city (nothin')
Standin' on couches and standin' on business (woo)
Niggas ain't cut like me, I'm different (nope)
Stacks on deck, countin' bread on a yacht (boat)
Rollin' up the 'Za, somethin' dead in the 'gar
Whip so big, fit a bed in the car (skrrt)
Drop a bag on 'em, I'm fed up with y'all (go)
Run a marathon, back-to-back, give me top (ugh)
You the type nigga put trust in a thot (pussy)
Way too tender, in yo' feelings, on God (ha)
Told the ho, "Watch how you touch me, I'm hot" (hot)
House so big, got a ten car garage
This bitch is a demon, but treat me like God
You never stood on no business for us
I never paid for protection, on God
Broke nigga, broke nigga, you a real joke, nigga
I look like a dope dealer, chain pull a ho quicker
My niggas fly niggas, real deal go-getters
When I push a button, I can't tell 'em stop (hey)
Been havin' work, never punched on no clock
Fifteen, jumped off the porch with a Glock (facts)
Fuck all these niggas, put F on the car (wheels)
Lil' bitch so lucky she f'in' a star (ugh)
This shit can get serious, gotta know if you with me
The life that I'm livin' get more than tricky
They come by the ten, they come by the dozen
They come by the sisters, they come by the cousins
This Glock that I'm totin' got a special effect
The button on the back make it hit like a TEC (frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt, frrt)
The button on the back make it hit like a drum (brrp)
I know you hear the alarm
Out here havin' my way, get with me (Speak)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' in the city (never)
Standin' on couches and standin' on business (woo)
Niggas ain't cut like me, I'm different (nope)
Stacks on deck, countin' bread on a yacht (boat)
Rollin' up the 'Za, somethin' dead in the 'gar
Whip so big, fit a bed in the car (skrrt)
Drop a bag on 'em, I'm fed up with y'all (go)
Run a marathon, back-to-back, give me top (ugh)
You the type nigga put trust in a thot (pussy)
Way too tender, in yo' feelings, on God (ha)
Told the ho, "Watch how you touch me, I'm hot" (hot)
House so big, got a ten car garage
This bitch is a demon, but treat me like God
You never stood on no business for us
I never paid for protection, on God
V-Lac, side up in a Maybach truck (skrrt)
All white bricks and the shirt tank, cut
Poured a three inside of a gas station cup
Pour it, don't hold it, lil' nigga, drink up (go)
Bought her some ass, then bought her some titties (ugh)
First you was trash, I made her saditty
Uh, told her don't play with my pimpin'
I give her sweet dick like Uncle Willie (ugh, ugh)
I wanna know who she know 'fore I hit her
Won't hesitate to cut her off, I'm that nigga
You better be humble (why?), I'll block your number
The message you sent, it did not get delivered
They can't tell me shit, my mama didn't whoop me
I ain't no killer, but please don't push me
You had the drop and you missed, you a rookie ('member?)
I got the proof that you niggas pure pussy (on God)
Out here havin' my way, get with me (Speak)
Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout nothin' in the city (never)
Standin' on couches and standin' on business (woo)
Niggas ain't cut like me, I'm different (nope)
Stacks on deck, countin' bread on a yacht (boat)
Rollin' up the 'Za, somethin' dead in the 'gar
Whip so big, fit a bed in the car (skrrt)
Drop a bag on 'em, I'm fed up with y'all (go)
Run a marathon, back-to-back, give me top (ugh)
You the type nigga put trust in a thot (pussy)
Way too tender, in yo' feelings, on God (ha)
Told the ho, "Watch how you touch me, I'm hot" (hot)
House so big, got a ten car garage
This bitch is a demon, but treat me like God
You never stood on no business for us
I never paid for protection, on God
(DrumGod)
On God, on God
On God, on God