Lyrical Breakdown of Believe It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Believe It" 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 "Believe It" 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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Al I talk about is money
Cause thats all I know
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now Im riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuckin??
Im ridin clean and Im fuckin hoes
Okay I woke up this morning
Tryna get this money
Yall niggas was joining
And Id made it by 20
I got young boys in that??
I call what you got for me
He say?? all day
Couple rocks all I got on me
I say yeah nigga is go
He say yeah nigga we own
I said I be on my way
Pray good brick down in all our zones
I got work, I got work
And I got pills and I got purp
And I got goons thats on my team
And they gon kill like I got merk
Before I say so
And I say go
And they go HAM
And I lay low
I drive that work
Off in that coaster
I let go
Of my ego, thats for sell nigga
28 grams on my scale nigga
Come and get it all
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now Im riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuckin??
Im ridin clean and Im fuckin hoes
Hold on wait minute
You got the realest and the richest niggas in the building
Feel me?
Whole nigga wont knock you off
Hate the way a nigga love to ball
All the war, common law
Straight killer thats momma fault
Dope boy in my DNA
Straight chips, Fritolay
8 clips, ay Jose
Hector my amigo straight
Dont want no beef, I make?? taco
Im screaming Rest in Peace, Brazil Deblanco
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now Im riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuckin??
Im ridin clean and Im fuckin hoes
Im ridin clean, Im fucking hoes
Im fucking hoes, Im ridin clean
Niggas sellin that chain??
Fuck around yeah I mean
Bad bitch and she talk dirty
Talk dirty, her mouth clean
I was sellin that white shit
Yall niggas have boy scout dreams
Spend eighty-thousand on my Rolly
Young nigga ball like Kobe
Round-round me and Chino?? young goldie??
Limo thats my Rolly
Two-eleven on yo bitch
Turn yo ass she stole it
My neck look like a light show
My pocket, they need lipo
I stand tall, no iPhone
And them goons go wherever I go
Yall niggas pussy like?? hoes
All we know is get paid nigga
I ball hard like Lebron James
And Rosay D-wade nigga
I gotta a bad bitch in my Chevy
Sellin Miley Cyrus in my Monte Carlo
I got that Justin Bieber please believe it
A quarter million hangin on my collar
A half a million in my duffel bag (duffel bag)
Now Im riding in my Cadillac
Hammers in the fuckin??
Im ridin clean and Im fuckin hoes