Lyrical Breakdown of Doesn't Matter (Feat. French Montana) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Doesn't Matter (Feat. French Montana)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Doesn't Matter (Feat. French Montana)" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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[Intro: French Montana] This shit I wrote quick Shit I hate Broke niggas, that always got something to say Got some nerve to have an opinion I don't give a fuck what you say about me Broke nigga two cents don't matter Give a fuck what you say about me Broke bitch two cents don't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter It doesn't matter, ohh There's a meaning to the kissing of the ring The gods don't mingle with the mortals Peasants ain't sitting with the kings Goliath ain't worried 'bout your sling And Cassius ain't bothered by your swings You niggas keep rapping 'bout your dreams, my reality 50 birds waiting in the wings Do it my way, I hit the highway With the batter, so when Kanye go on his hia' It don't matter Since you talking bout me, then let's talk about this money Let's talk about the cars and why mines shaped funny Lets' talk about the fact you'll never take nothin' from me Lets talk about the fact that you niggas hate I'm up and runnin' RG3 nigga, be that Runnin' through this money and these white women Spike Lee see that She gotta have it and I gotta give it And you do not relate cause you niggas do not live it Attention seekers beware, I will grant wishes We can take this so much further than your mentions I can get your eulogy on Youtube for instance Have the whole world view the body, since Y'all claim I'm illuminati tell me why would you try me? Kennedy, John F. or Bobby Almost caught Reagan but they stopped us at the lobby And that was broad day so how the fuck you gon' stop me You lil' niggas just dirty mine's is Zero Dark Thirty Mine is night vision witch huntin' rifle pop worthy I'm coke boy leanin' on you niggas If money talk then I must be screamin' on you niggas! Top of the pile I was two thirds away I was sidetracked busy selling two birds a day, God! Death is just a U-turn away Two men ten paces then you turn and spray My Name is my name!