Lyrical Breakdown of More Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "More Time" 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 "More Time" 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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Oh, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Keep the intro
Oh, my boy, you already know
Ah
More time
Melly and D-Nice still in the cage, more time
That ain't gon' stop us from gettin' paid, more time
Certain things ain't never gonna change
Never speak to them guys without your lawyer
'Cause they givin' more time
My mans died, I put him on a chain, more time
A lot of niggas can't handle the pain, more time
I'm a hard animal to tame
Saw my son killer sittin' on the train
Give a nigga more time
Look
If my mans down, nigga, I help him get up
Max Payne, I'm totin' TECs and Berettas
Never trust a boy, it's always a setup
If I see an opp, I bet I'ma wet 'em
New speed, I bet I change up the level
Make it rain, I bet I change up the weather
To walk through, I need twenty-five and better
Old hundreds, have 'em stickin' together (grrt)
Louis V and Amiri the denim
My mans up top rockin' Gucci sweaters
Red bottoms, Rollies in the pen
Pinky ring, Cartier lens
Ride around big body Benz
Blacked out, all you see is tints
See, me, I ain't worried 'bout men
Act up, get a shot to your chin
Hollow tips got acquired taste
Gas straight, but my brother an ape
Catch a body, then I'm back in the cave
If you don't got a body, you can't relate
If you don't bang, you can't get in the car
Big Woo, know I'm shootin' them stars
Mama beggin' me to pray to Allah
Walk in the mall, niggas know who we are
Forty-one millimeter plain jane
Niggas get locked and start namin' names
Pussy nigga, get the fuck out my way
Ma, I'm sorry, I'm just stuck in my ways
Hello
Black hair by the Regis and Pello
I like my bitch Spanish, she yellow
Her ass fat, feel like Jell-O (grrt)
She said she want Chane-ne
Pop Smoke on the TV (ah)
I did fifteen on my check-ins (yeah)
She said she didn't believe me
Until I pulled up in a foreign (ah)
And I cashed out on a TD
Snowman like Jeezy
VS, I'm freezin'
Red bottoms, I'm bleedin'
Louboutin when I'm steppin'
Stone Cold what I'm reppin'
Big .38 for the weapon (ah)
Man down, check the scoreboard
I'm a bulldog with this .44
Break legs like Paul George
Said, I break legs like Paul George
Grrt