Lyrical Breakdown of No Worries - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Worries" 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 "No Worries" 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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God forgives, I don't Yea yea yea My bitch so mean, she bite down on my dick I call her Roscoe Jet, she be ridin all of my shit My mind stealin my money, my niggas still on my side Ain't got no worries nigga, all we do is ride Don't switch up like Pacquaio, still don't put my stacks down Half a mill on Mayweather, I counted that on my crack count So my T-shirt cost 15, my chain rare, 1.3 That's champagne I piss out, crystal, fuck Mick Romney Top down in my 40, Double M, we tourin' Goddamn my ass fat, my bank account enormous You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries See them sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there we ain't got no worries Tunechi in this bitch, e'rybody should be worried Them pussy niggas be purring, bitches be digging me I feel buried And if she make this dick hard, she woke up a sleeping giant Man your bitch speak in tongues every time we speak in private Hope your barber shop open cause we got hair triggers Smoke so much that Smokey the Bear, have to bear with us And that Jeep with the doors off that means that bitch sleek All these bitch think they're the shit, I sent them up shits creek You see Tunechi right here, give me brain ideas It's ok if you turn up just don't turn off my light years All I know is I do it what I'm smoking I grew it These are Blood gang Piru, and all rats gotta die even Stewart On my private jet is my stewardess is your bitch nigga, bitch Nigga I know gold-diggers and ditch-diggers You don't get dissed, you get disfigured She say sorry I didn't shave so that pussy a little furry I put that pussy in my face: I ain't got no worries Tunechi You can look me in my face I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries See them sh-rooms keep me up I ain't got no worries I ain't got no worries, I ain't got no worries You see money right there, yeah that's Tunechi right there (turn up) Yeah that's Mack Maine right there, and we ain't got no worries You see pussy right there redbone mangos right there See them sh-roomies right there