Lyrical Breakdown of M.F.T.R. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T feat. The-Dream weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "M.F.T.R." 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 Pusha T feat. The-Dream 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 Pusha T feat. The-Dream's narrative.

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Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang Niggas ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC Make a nigga get religious, amen! You rather be more famous than rich (amen!) Play your role, it's easy acting like Mitch (hey, wavin' at these niggas) "Paid In Full" was more than reading a script Paid in full is really just being Rich Porter Filling all standing orders Would you question could I swim if you saw me walking on water? (Woof) Yeah, while every song got a rapper dance Yuugh! I'm drug money like Dapper Dan No retirement plans, no Derek Jeters We all know I did it, Rodriguez The illusion of money we don't believe in You ask me, Tyga looking like a genius (ha) I'm Kim Jong of the crack song Gil Scott-Heron to the black poem Woo, the revolution will be televised 'Cause we done seen it all and they telling lies (ah) Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang Niggas ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC Make a nigga get religious, amen! You rather be more famous than rich (amen!) Play your role, it's easy being my bitch (got me wavin' at these niggas) It's only right for a queen to floss your shit Rolex crowns, I emboss your wrist (hah) The minimums, niggas ain't synonyms Dual exhausts, driving flying saucers Diamond crosses, hang Takashi portraits Street millionaires rub shoulders And laugh at bitches fucking promoters Hoping that they get noticed, still driving a Focus What you fuck him for if you didn't know what the goal was? Shine, remote control blinds That turn on the time lapse, controlled by the iPad, ah My living room rap scream crack money I don't trust rap niggas or rap money See this air hole tech and get rat from me Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang Niggas ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC Make a nigga get religious, amen! Niggas talking it, but ain't living it (amen!) Two years later admitting it (hey) All them niggas is renting shit (wavin' eveything) They ask why I'm still talking dope, why not? The biggest rappers in the game broke, voilà They say it's hate, but it's these well-dressed snakes That learn to walk on the concrete I just saw it and spoke to it Yuugh! You ain't know, you got coached through it Woo! The rap fans got hoaxed through it Haa, the whole time I sold coke through it Nigga, and records I was Bo through it King Push is synonymous with kingpin Chess moves on your checkerboard, king him Yeah, this is gun slingers and Goyard Uh, this is O Dog in the courtyard Yeah, you wonder why I'm still here I'm America's worst nightmare Night, night, nigga Creep up on these niggas, creep up on these niggas Speak up on these niggas, speak up on a nigga Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Walk up in that bitch and wave at everything Go and make it bang, go and make it bang Gettin' followed by them hollows, go and make it bang Niggas ain't been to church in a minute But it's funny how that TEC Make a nigga get religious, amen! Amen! Hey, wavin' at these niggas Voilà