Lyrical Breakdown of Trap Luv - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap Luv" 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 "Trap Luv" 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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I'm in a jungle Lions, tigers and gorillas and shit nigga It's a lot of monkey ass niggas out here too 'Lotta hustle nigga Rules, laws, strategy 10 million dollars later I'm a blessing nigga How a nigga rich but still stressing nigga Glock .40, Smith & Wesson nigga Streets will never ever stop testing niggas Youngin' give 'em a head shot, send a message nigga Part rapper, part goon, still finessing nigga I believe in hustle I don't fuck with luck And it's fuck em kill em all if they don't fuck with us Them three letters mean a lot boy, sacrifices Cocaine Mafia, double check the prices Niggas killing niggas like they got a license Niggas crossing over like they Allen Iverson Fuck that iPhone 6, they be tracking niggas I'm about to get a beeper, fade to black on niggas Gotti, goodnight, I'm gone I be back when they quit living through phones When niggas put the gram down and pick the grams up You got follows but no dollars man that shit ain't adding up Nah, and all the dirt I done, all the bricks I sold I can't sleep at night, paranoid it shows I be strapped on stage, fuck the award show Cause I shoot this bitch up and only God knows Yeah like I told you a long time ago fam, y'all gon' hold it against you. I keep fighting doing this to y'all. Every time I get something in the mail whether it's favorable or not from the courts, I keep putting it down because y'all are my motivation. I appreciate the love Niggas riding gold rims and they mama po' And they kill a family member for that envelope I'm the Lionel Richie to these Commodores We flip pies to franchising Dominoes I speak for dope boys every track I'm on Until this day my people never rat or told Posted 20 in, I'm talking fed pen The line between us both have gained so very thin Amongst my boys of W.E.B. Du Bois Souls of black folk to hustle wasn't a choice Rap game everybody skimming off the top Fuck interest as long as you pull it off the lock Hoes on the fuck, haters wanna hate Certified sack boy, black Ronald Reagan Double M no longer that Buick Regal money Nickel rock niggas so don't make me put a kilo on it Negotiating for it or either we take it Niggas even shooting choppers in a fuckin' cadence Fell out with some people that I still love I guess that's how it goes when it's real blood I remember counting cash standing in the trap I turned my hat to the back, had a hundred stacks 60 m's later and 300 tax Still losing weight with the south on my back, nigga I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge I pray you play by the rules I came so close to the edge Ain't no mercy young nigga It's the jungle, locs And I pray you rich forever Gotti, I pray you rich forever All my niggas I pray you rich forever When you smokin' and you vibin' to this shit I pray you rich forever my nigga Hood Billionaire