Lyrical Breakdown of 15 Street Life - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "15 Street Life" 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 "15 Street Life" 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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Rick Ross, Loyd, street life
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye
Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky
Sittin' at this table, why, to take a sore for eye
Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side
(Right)
Hoes used to call me small time
My clothes ain't know what to call mine
No logos or no tags in it
No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it
Way before my first key
My nigga E showed me how to parlay A Z
(Good lookin' nigga)
I know my mama pullin' overtime
Pocket full of dimes so I'm out here pullin' mine
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
You can't close shop, not on my block
I'm 24/7 like I hop
Came from the bottom to the sky box
Now a penthouse, you can call me hi-top
Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me
Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it, homie
Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub
Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud
Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta
I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper
Just an example by an ex-trapper
Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes
Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose
Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything
I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days
This life and nothin' will ever change that
I love the game and we'll never give the game back
We lost a lotta good niggaz in the game
But in the game, all the good niggaz get a name
I got a name, everybody don't die the same
Like all dope don't fly the same
M I Yayo, boy I buy them thangs
It's like the people want me to come fly the plane
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine
Ain't nothin' but the street life
That's money, cars and hoes
It's the only life I chose
Street life, ain't nothin' but the street life
They love they way I shine
This world is mine, it's all mine