Lyrical Breakdown of Minute (feat. NAV & Offset) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Minute (feat. NAV & Offset)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Minute (feat. NAV & Offset)" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.

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Yo Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here? If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip Selling re-rock, repressin' a block, slide in your block Depressing my opps Counting all this money, getting used to having it My wallet costs more than what I used to have in it Ayo, Pi'erre, do you wanna come in here? I got lots of girls and I got lots of drugs in here In my studio, it feels like it's a club in here Bitches fucking 'bout a double, ain't no dub in here Diamonds shining, I feel like I got the sun in here Shooters 'round me, who you think you're soning here? I take a Fanta and I put some mud in there You say, you've got a party, I might pop up there You a cub, your main bitch fuck me like I'm papa bear You the type to wild out when the cops are there I found a trap, my pans and all my pots are there I'm going fast, who you think you're stopping here? I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip Selling re-rock, repressin' a block, slide in your block Depressing my opps Just give me a minute Just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it You need some drink, plug gon' pull up in a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Offset! Give me a minute The coupe is tinted Knife ended It's time to go get it I used to be trappin' pigeons, now push start and crank the engine Wrists on frigid, glisten, listen, hundred round drum with the biscuit La di da di put her on molly, fuck on top of the 'Rari Python Audi, sitting on Forgis, white baby powder I thank the plug 'cause me alive My uncle cooking up dope in front my eyes Told you open the door, go get the five She on the Perc, now it's a vibe I get the bag it's automatic, she on the Addy I got some cash inside the mattress, I got more in the attic I'm high fashion like I imagined, look at my status Look at the mathematics, look at the baddest All made of plastic, I bet this money gon' last me I stay in my lane, I don't crash it Wake up lil nigga, you lackin' (wake up) Droppin' the phone, I pass it I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip Selling re-rock, repressin' a block, slide in your block Depressing my opps Just give me a minute Just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it You need some drink, I'm gon' pull up in a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Got young Navi on the phone, he asking for some wock Got some bitches in my home, they cookin' on the pot Know some niggas in the A, still trappin' at the spot And we robbing all you niggas, we taking off your top I'm in Fulton with the slimes, we pull up with them mops And when I'm talking 'bout the mob, that's Harlem to the Bronx I used to ride 'round with that Glock, but now I'm way too hot Got some niggas who do time for Carti 'cause I got that guap Got some paparazzi looking at me, waiting on the flock Fuck these little niggas hating, snitching like some cock I'm balling, so I put some diamonds on my fists Punch you in your mouth, leave diamonds on your lip Selling re-rock, repressin' a block, slide in your block Depressing my opps Yeah Just give me a minute Just give me a minute I'ma hit it and quit it You need some drink, I'm gon' pull up in a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Gettin' dressed up in designer, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Get a hundred dollar line-up, give me a minute Just give me a minute Just give me a minute Metro Boomin' want some more nigga Yo, Pi'erre, you wanna come out here?