Lyrical Breakdown of Vegas Residency - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Vegas Residency" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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Black Bo, you know we miss you J.U.S.T.I.C.E. League M-M-M-M-M-M-Maybach Music Since everybody wanna speak they mind Maybach Music Yo, watchin' Kanye interview, feel like I wanna cry For every innocent brother charged with a homicide Went from battle raps to now we wearin' M.A.G.A. hats Dade County, nigga, mansions up in Tamarac Never golfin' with the Trumps and I give you my word Back to comin' out the trunk, chargin' 20 a bird Another seizure, so I woke up in intensive care Pray you treat a poor man like he was a millionaire Actresses comin' to see me like a movie premiere Dope boys show me love just for keepin' it trill Dozen lawyers on the team, I'd rather keep 'em close Bill Cosby dead in prison, I could see the quotes Headlines when them white boys get to pay a fine Never rapin' women, keep it on some player time Facts, hate and pray you catch a heart attack Headshot, guess who did it, where the warrants at? Black bottoms, through the nine into the morning pack Fifty million up, I think I need me more than that Restaurants, I bought me fifty and they do they thing Now I'm into sports, I think I really need a team I got a room that's on the highest floor Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you) We could meet up out in Vegas I'ma pull out the Vacheron We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga I really needed Doctor Sebi dealin' with these seizures Junior Seau, concussion, suicidal every season Go to hell and that's exactly where I'm going to Give my people game in this Port of Miami 2 I lost some weight, and now designers wanna get to know me Givenchy poster boy, Naomi tryna get up on me Eggs Benedict, a G-Wagen for my tenderoni Florida Lotto wishes for bitches I get triggered on 'em Feel the military for artists when they wanna beef I'm the Kim Dotcom up in K.O.D Fuck 'em on the faucet when they in the office Doin' time, I set a mind for correctional officers Thurman Thomas, every step I take is footwork 2000 on the seats, a hunnid G's just for the verse Go and get it just to give it to the inner city 20 Rolls Royces later that night in River City Seminola, Bahas and bring it back to Myrtle Grove Murder one, you fuckin' other niggas murder mo' Boobie boys, ya'll tell me how you heard of Zoes 305, First 48 they favorite episodes (Ssch) So many niggas out here singin' songs That's why them choppers hear the note and then we sing along Everybody got a role, therefore we got a job Until we meet up out in Vegas, and we got a mob I got a room that's on the highest floor Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you) We could meet up out in Vegas I'ma pull out the Vacheron Gold triggers, still indoors in my Versace robe Matching underwear, Illuminati got his soul Phone ringin', Benny Medina, yeah, it's J-Lo (Hola) Tell her fat boy got her shoe boxes full of pesos Papi Chulo, Port of Miami, keep a secret Silver furs, gave you my word, now we in arenas Pyramid, you call it faith, I say it's destiny Eatin' with my dawgs, we just a different pedigree Mink coats, it's time to drag them bitches to the floor All my bitches tap my name, I gotta' feed 'em all Black Bo, he was the realest, hate to send him off The biggest blow I ever felt, that's from the biggest boss Blue Ferrari on the corner, cousin, think it's Crip Fuck a vest, pussy nigga, 'cause it's hit or miss Came up in the projects, watermelon on the porch Now it's Caymen Island, and wonderful nautical thots In Hawaii, Zion got me livin', fuck the Coast For my B-day, Dr. Dre gave me another watch Hundred miles and runnin', I pray it never run it's course Touch a quarter million, my prayers really rubbin' off Ah, I catch my breath, and holler "Batter's up" I get the money, 'cause the stats they never mattered much M.V.P. I'm from the league where niggas tattle much Testify on your right hand, put 'em in a Camel Clutch Fell asleep unconscious, woke up out in Myrtle Beach Oh, in Vegas with pimps, niggas think they rich as me (Maybach Music) Facts, I'm well connected in this city life We all in double M-jumpers out on them chilly nights Gave me a brick until I asked him, what would twenty like? On body number ten, so I rarely give good advice (I was by myself last night) I got a room that's on the highest floor Never switch out on my nigga, no amount of dough 'Cause you won't get a receipt, that's when you sell your soul Hungry niggas sit at home, watchin' pictures you post (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you) We could meet up out in Vegas I'ma pull out the Vacheron We could meet up out in Vegas, nigga (Win, lose, draw, lalala, lalala, lalala, lalala) (Win, lose, draw, I swear I'd bet it all for you) (Win, lose draw)