Lyrical Breakdown of 100K - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "100K" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Nelly weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "100K" 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 Nelly 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 Nelly's narrative.
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I am so faded, might put fifty on the ladies
100k tomorrow, money in the bag
Im so faded, might put fifty on the ladies
100k tomorrow, money in the bag
50k today a 100 more tomorrow
Hustle what I want man Ill forever ball
Money coming heavy never weigh a little
Its either high or low its never in the middle
Ice buckets nigga for the gold Ace
Big cash duffle bag with the gold lace
Heard a nigga say throw in the towel
Numbers speak the truth these niggas out here in denial.
I am so faded, 10, 000 square feet gated
100k tomorrow, money in the bag
Im so faded, might put fifty on the ladies
100k tommorrow, money in the bag
50k today, 100k tomorrow
Rollie Sundays, Monday Audomar
Tuesday in the photo, Wednesday in the two door
Thursdays made for fucking Fridays back to getting you know
You in that right place again
Face not American, body saying African
Fuck you with an uppercut, baby that wont take me long
50k today we running money like a marathon
Yo bread, yo bed, yo booty lights on
Her phone playing your music like your music our songs
Give her that banana clip most of all her clothes on
Beatin on my chest went through the roof top
So dope you could snort every line
When its reppin time, whe when its reppin time
Told her I take her shoppin after we fuck
Soon after we fuck I had to tell her never mind
You wouldnt know swag if it slapped you in the face
This that macaroni tony A1 on the steak
And designer shoe laces, gold on the bracelets
Got her in the back seat balls on her braces
Photo grails full of money stacks
You a blocker and nigga I got a hundred sacks
Ya, this the luxury distribution
Up so early got me arguing with the rooster
Tru university is my institution
Niggas couldnt graduate if you had a tutor
One thing for sure, two things for certain
My crib got blinds, my car got curtains