Lyrical Breakdown of God's Eyes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "God's Eyes" 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 "God's Eyes" 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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He thought the money make you happy

It don't make you different

I start to see that shit myself when I got a couple million

Crawled through the mud, I can't lie, I seen too much

Real steppers outside, they'll squeeze and bust

I told my brother have some patience and your day'll come

Now he sittin' in the county jail and he ain't got no bond

You can't walk inside my shoes like a Sneaker Con

I overcome obstacles and they still come

I was tryna make a way out, like it was my first day out

Remember my first day out, now I got M's in account

I eat that pussy like steak, she eat my dick like a crepe

I got some niggas in the South, I sip on purple like grape

These streets by my side, you don't want war with us

I felt so stuck in my life I had to pour me a cup

If I hurt your feelings, I'm sorry, I don't apologize

My penthouse got a bird's view through God's eyes

I got gang gang (Gang gang)

I got mob ties (Mob ties)

I got Porsche, with the frog eyes

Got a hand-crafted Jet Jet with a PalmPilot

All this money on my mind, I talk to God about it, yeah, yeah

I gotta grab dough (Grab dough)

Brand new white-white Rolls Royce

And that bitch match her toes (Yeah, yeah)

I was out flockin', I ain't have a choice

I ain't even had no clothes

I put my wrist inside the freezer, watch the Patek froze

Think about the time, man, we was ten

We was hoppin' fences

I was stayin' inside the trenches

I keep a strap for you and you, I know the opps intentions

Back in Genesis I was O.T. with the coco

She got a bangin' body, booty like a roller coaster