Lyrical Breakdown of WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE" 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 "WORK ft MEEK MILL & WALE" 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 used to want all that shit, now I got it I gotta think of some more shit to want, nigga Oh! I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it I used to really want that hoe until I hit from the back I started trappin', no hands, tried to get me a pack I took my talents to South Philly, had to get me a sack You niggas know you fuck around, Meek Milly gettin' you whacked I used to want a pound of weed, I started flippin' that crack Sellin' that dope, I went through hell bein' broke A nigga called me, say he got it, I say front me in four And he ain't heard from me since and now he smellin' the smoke You fuckboy! Fuckboy! Niggas hatin', I'm like what the fuck for? I'm in the 6, I'm ridin' with a plus 4 She a 10, I fuck her and all her friends, pussy nigga I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it Nigga, so tired of these lame niggas Keep changin' on you like late winter Springin' on you for a hoe or somethin' My coat season and game different Self made, self made nigga Well dressed, well paid nigga I daredevil err'day, nigga Like Hell's Kitchen and faint vision, oh Lord! Tell them niggas I'ma need a minute Undefeated, young sneaker nigga Hundred deep, you never see a nigga Hennessy in moderation But my niggas drinkin' like them black ink niggas Hah, that's cheesy nigga Meanin' I cut and leave a nigga Get it? That's leavin', nigga Scissors, clippers, please forgive me Real nigga, hoes around me Take bitches, repeat offender Ho, ho, please don't let me No, no, Easter pinkin' I done prayed the rappers get the Actavis So they can all go back to just sleepin' on me I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it Niggas lookin' at me when I step into the party It's the 50 millionaire, mothafuckin' Don Dada All these niggas on coke, all these bitches on molly Half my niggas do both, you better get yourself some money Catchin' feelings when I pull up in it... rrrk! Bad bitch, she a stripper, now she gettin' spinach Now follow me, Balenciagas like they're Nikes, nigga Fine bitches in the club, all wifeys, nigga Now follow me, back to back, we in the Wraith, dog Parkin' lot, chicken wings, then we skatin' off Still headbussin' bitches, now I break you off And if a nigga step to me, I'll break the law Now follow me, front your boy and I'ma make you work If I got the bitch a purse, she had to make it twerk Nigga, ridin' through the city, I remain alert Cause these niggas full of envy and they tend to lurk I used to want a quarter bird 'til I got me a brick I used to want that SRT until I hopped in the Benz I used to really want that hoe until she hopped on my dick You niggas said they wanted war, we started droppin' that shit Like oh Lord, oh Lord! She ridin' waves, I tell your bitch to surfboard Surfboard, surfboard She want the money, tell that hoe to work for it