Lyrical Breakdown of Big Stepper - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Big Stepper" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Roddy Ricch weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Stepper" 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 Roddy Ricch 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 Roddy Ricch's narrative.

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Yeah Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Yeah, ha ha, perky, perky, dirty soda Ayy, only talk bags on the Motorola Ayy, push the Hellcat like an old Corolla Ayy, I'ma let these racks talk for me nigga Bitch I done ride with the shooters, ayy Made my cousin a killer In the '15, I was neighborhood drug dealer I'm so cold hearted, I can't show no love, nigga But I fuck that bitch to PARTYNEXTDOOR, "Persian Rugs" Nigga, uh, bought a brand new AP, it was 50,000 total It feel like the flu game, when I sold out the Nova I had to finess and get the bag, I had mad dough though If he ain't try and go get the safe, I get it crackin' solo Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin' Sour vision, bank account Had a bad bitch put a 100,000 in her spandex That 100 that made me million, I got it laminated Can't fuck with none of these broke niggas, they contaminated Thank God for all of these bluefaces, I barely done made it Made 40,000 on new years, took a private to Vegas I been on Promethazine so long, when I'm slidin' I'm faded I been tryin' to get a crib so long, now I got it, it's gated I been touchin' all of these millions, I know they gon' hate it My chef cook up filet mignon, got sauce and then ate it Nigga I been ballin' every season like Kobe with aim All these niggas gon' hate I stayed down and got rich, now I'm fuckin' on this lil' baby Mm, ayy Big stepper like Big Meech, mhm I was taught to go and get it straight up out the mud, lil' nigga Murder, murder, murder, keep my slugs my nigga, uh I was told to never show no love, my nigga Pop a Xanax, I ain't never had no feelings What I got planned next? Gotta put the stars in the ceilings Slidin' down Fairfax, nigga I was plottin' on the million I want a billion nigga, so that's on God I ain't chillin'