Lyrical Breakdown of 30 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "30" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pop Smoke weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "30" 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 Pop Smoke 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 Pop Smoke's narrative.

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This is Woo Woo This is Crip Ayo Cig From the cut Ayo Cig Huh? (Grrr) Fuck what you talking 'bout, nigga? (Baow) Huh? (Baow) Stupid (baow) It's 32 in the clip, nigga (woo, grrr, woo, baow) Baow, movie Pop Smoke, Bizzy Like, like Dawg, pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch (woo) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" Tell 'em, "Come, send them shots" You ain't no shooter (at all), baow, you just tote that chop (woo) You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (haha) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? Bitch, I'm too sauced Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (yeah) And I know they mad, uh (I know they) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (yeah, grrah) They gon' think I'm a dizzy Bitch, I'm a sleaze, baow (sleaze) Give a fuck who you be (give a fuck who you be) Yeah, I fuck with them real niggas (real niggas), who fuckin' wit' me Don't ask if I'm GDK (at all, at all) Nah, nigga, I'm EBK (EBK) Fuck the judge and the DEA (fuck them niggas) Suck dick if you feel a way I'm a lil' body but I tote like a big body 'Cause I put in that pain (baow) I walk with that lil' body, but I back out that big body If you speak on my name (grrr) These niggas know nothin' 'bout me, but they gon' keep talkin' 'bout me And that shit ain't gon change (woo) I been in a cell and ain't shit you can tell me (woo) If you ain't got hands, invest in 11's (woo) Toughest nigga in yo' squad gon' be tellin' Now all them niggas that be with me some felons I really talk on the beats (beats) If you not in the streets, you won't understand it I get the chop' and that nigga gon' panic Headshot, cause whole lotta damage, like (uh) Headshot, cause whole lotta damage Yeah, I got Ruger with me, Leeky with me, bitch We 'on't spin in no Ubers And I got Rilla with me, Juju with me, bitch (that's a whole lotta shooters) We might hit ya medulla You can't get busy with me, jiggy with me, demon with me, hundo' with me, uh (nah) First nigga actin' silly, catch a figgy Pass the glizzy and just watch how he run (grrr), watch how he- Dawg, pass me the sitchy I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch baow) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" (woo) Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" You ain't no shooter, baow (nah) You just tote that chop (you lyin') You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (facts) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow) Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced) Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo back, baby) And I know they mad, uh (I know they) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (you get shot) They gon' think I'm a dizzy Tell that nigga to spin (spin) That's when the party begin (that's when the party begin) And my glock full of sins (sins), bullets hit your chin, (huh) I walk away grinnin' (baow) If you jack my shit K (K, K) Then it's fuck what you said (fuck, fuck) Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots) Bizzy send shots where you lay (Bizzy send shots) Look, said I'm 823, sanctioned (sanctioned) Reach for my chain, we gon' spank 'em (spank 'em) I ain't your regular gang member (nah) Everybody know I'm sanctioned (bangin') If I step on a island, we wildin' up (up) I ain't gon' step 'til the guns is out (out) Free Psych Bike, free Ziggy Zah My niggas raisin' the body count (free all my niggas) .44 Bulldog, make 'em get back (back) I ain't with the talk or the chit-chat (not at all) Get your shit cracked (woo) If I back out the chop, better get back (baow) Call dread, that's the new Tom Brady (Brady) Niggas gettin' no bread 'cause they lazy (lazy) Tell dread lift 'em (huh), if that nigga talkin' crazy (lift that nigga) Now it's fuck you, pay me (pay me), or bullets start blazin' (blazin') Since I was young we invested in guns Now we lookin' at the stars in the Wraith While I'm gettin' head by your bae (yeah) She like, "Papi, I love how you taste" (woo) She like, "Papi, can you nut?" (nut) I'm like, "Baby, just wait" (huh, wait) I told her to- Dawg, pass me the sitchy I'm clutch (pass me the sitchy, I'm clutch baow) Tell 'em, "Come spin my block" (woo) Tell 'em, "Come send them shots" You ain't no shooter, baow (nah) You just tote that chop (you lyin') You 'on't want beef, you just want some props (facts) I ain't get touched, how you my opp? (Baow) Bitch, I'm too sauced (too sauced) Nah, I don't dance, the Glock in my pants The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo) The most I might do is the Woo Walk (woo back, baby) And I know they mad, uh (I know they mad) Look, but please don't act silly (please don't act silly) If I spin in a black flag (you get shot) They gon' think I'm a dizzy