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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trap Trap Trap" 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 Trap Trap" 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:] I'm sittin' at the red light My ankle monitor beepin' Hadn't been charged I think I see the beeper Bounce I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap First one on the block, woah I need mine off the top, uh Over town, he got shot Muddy died in Opa-locka Couldn't save one lung Hit 'em up, hmm, hmm See the look on my face (woo!) Like Carol City one state Niggas hate on my sound 'Til I went the first round Then I earnt the Lombardi Ain't no fuckboys allowed Only fuck if she exclusive Her favorite rapper Lil Boosie To tell the truth I didn't ask When it come to bitches I'm Gucci I'm the wrong one to rob In the jungle I'm Nas In the label I'm Russ In the trap I'm Rick Ross Double M, Goldman Sachs Just like Omar and Khloe You can't dial for the packs I sent you right back loaded I took my roof off at the red light (I took my roof off at the red light) I took my roof off at the red light (Roof off at the red light) Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Trap, trap) Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh) Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap I was tryna bet the whole map, Vegas, stay in the trap Niggas talkin' 'bout raidin' the trap Man I'm 'bout to go ape in the trap (nigga goin' ape shit) Nigga watch your babies in the trap Nigga cook a whole base in the trap Young nigga slave in the trap Nigga run base, base in the trap I'm 'bout to get this shit movin', yeah Answer the door with the Woolie, yeah Wrist in the water, I need me a boat I'm 'bout to get this shit cruisin', yeah Stand at the stove 'til you're woozy, woozy Let's make a movie, movie, yeah Movie, movie, movie Bitch I'm richer than Tom Cruise, yeah So many different meds on me Fuck around, call the fed on me Chk, boom boom boom your head, homie Draco got a lot of lead on it You dead I took my roof off at the red light I took my roof off at the red light Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Wale though I ain't nothin' like the trap niggas Goyard backpack nigga Uber crates 'til the feds pull up Woo woo, cataracts, nigga I'm the type, holla at the wife Her body yours, but her soul is mine Adios, do a hundred 20 All she want is good dick and advice Wraith, scrappin' my tires Jameson 'til I'm fried Famous here but I'm humble Double M the Empire Renzel got me all day Kyrie, he LeBron James Tired niggas say Folarin ain't top SportsCenter every day I ain't nothin' like them trap guys I mean I kinda do bag dimes I kinda never do back down Leave a nigga high via rap lines Get a beat, leave it baptized Mob ties, but it's black lives Black lives, nigga, trap lives Gimme five on the black side I took my roof off at the red light (I took my roof off at the red light) I took my roof off at the red light (Roof off at the red light) Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Trap, trap) Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap (Trap, trap, trap, trap, sheesh) Brown bag legend 'cause it's all cash Brown bag legend when it's all cash Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap Trap, trap, trap, trap, trap, trap