Lyrical Breakdown of Black Hearted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Hearted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Polo G weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Hearted" 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 Polo G 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 Polo G's narrative.
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Damn, Mikey
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand-new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep
Head on a swivel, opposition like a block away
Teeth grittin' off them X pills, so high that I couldn't concentrate
I'm TimTim Gang, don't add a K
'Cause I don't think that's smart to say
Rock out with that TEC, might make a nigga do the Harlem Shake
Make sure that grass low, keep your pole and always watch for snakes
Be careful who you trust, 'cause they'll cross you like Tim Hardaway
Impatient in the slums, I couldn't afford to let my mama wait
Long-distance relationship with God, so it get hard to pray
You can't really plan what's meant to be, I think they call it fate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much I can tolerate
Like girl, I love you, but it's only so much that my heart can take
Like let's give it a rest, girl, I just wanna give my heart a break
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand-new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin' but I don't think they understand me (uh, uh, uh, uh)
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep
Fee say like two hundred racks, but the price keep goin' up
I'm the hottest out the 'Raq, they don't like me blowin' up
Back against the wall, no one to trust
Ain't no limit in these streets, can ride a bike, you old enough
Gotta fight, no foldin' up, lack, pay the price, you know what's up
And when they say, "Who winnin'?" Bitch, act like you know it's us
From the soil, you gotta share the same scars to roll with us
Say it's smoke, then roll it up, off the Act', I'm pourin' up
It's crackin' where I'm from, watch what you throwin' up
Just reckless gangbangin', no big homies over us
'Fatuated by dollars, yeah, on that guap, I got a crush
Been racin' to millions, the money talks give me a rush
I heard he been dissin' on the squad, we left his man sleep
Duckin' silver bracelets, be precautious when the feds sweep
I want that brand-new Bentley with the red seats
My pops was there for me, so I'll be damned, I be a deadbeat, uh
When you said you loved me, girl, you scared me
I'm fakin' smiles, I'm hurt inside, can't let my fans see
They hear me talkin', but I don't think they understand me
Checks and deposits, young nigga swimmin' in them bands deep