Lyrical Breakdown of Intro - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Intro" 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 "Intro" 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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Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa-whoa-whoa

From out the streets, became a millionaire

I know niggas started in the trap, and they still there

'Member I was robbin', I bought jewelry and I still wear it

Came a long way with all my niggas, and they still here

My big bro behind bars, for like 200 years

I got that call, I lost my dawg, and I don't know how to feel

Gotta stay on savage time, you know it's war time

I remember I ain't used to leave the house without my .45

I ain't got no time

'Member Pappy had the Mackie at the stop sign

Shit was too, too real

I got my Glock, and laid 'em down, nigga, you knew the deal

That's why I moved to the Hills, and I'm new to it

'Cause I ain't sure why my dawg had to make the news reel

Got promethazine in my eyes, I'm cryin' purple tears

The streets left me cold-hearted, they hurt me still

Uh, and that's why I'm on tour, that's why my house a resort

That's why I got the four by four

I remember when I was low, tryna trap in front of the store

Hop fences on the police, from handcuffs to Rollies

These hoes didn't know a nigga, now she claim she know me

I been counting' up the bag, yeah, yeah

I get the low on the bag, I'm fuckin' up yams

I go get the birdie, birdie, nigga, I need some hens

Thirty before thirty, I been settin' trends

Hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes, I hop on the Forbes

I been countin' millions every time I bored

Spend your whole budget in the designer store

Walk inside my closet, it's designer galore

Bad bitch give me ya-ya in an Aventador

Bad bitch give me ne-e-e-e-e-e-e-eck

Flooded my wrist, it's wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet, wet

I'm boutta pack up the whole house, put it inside this suitcase

Put my dick inside her mouth like it's Crest toothpaste

Yeah, she gave me head, like a toupée, huh

Got 20 hoes, they all my roommates, huh

Ten in the bed, ten in the pool bed

I need some bread, been trappin' for two days

If he rockin' with the opps, we gotta wet the block

Got my Glock in the Dior, but I got on Gucci socks

Drip too hard, you can't ride this wave

Put my baby mama and my mom in a Bentayga