Lyrical Breakdown of Peta (feat. Meek Mill) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Peta (feat. Meek Mill)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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

This lyrical analysis of "Peta (feat. Meek Mill)" not only celebrates Roddy Ricch feat. Meek Mill's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Yeah, yeah I used to fuck up my re-up Now, it's the jet with my feet up I got the money and power Now none of these niggas can see us I'm rockin' furs on furs (furs) I'm probably beefing with PETA I gotta pay her to leave her It's probably cheaper to keep her I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg I get a bag, then double it (double it) All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up) These niggas calling a peace treaty Bitch, I've been turning the static up Nigga, I'm turning the savage up (savage up) Bentley, Rolls Royce in the fleet, ayy' I bet that cannon got reach I still keep it under the seat I pile the rubberbands for a living I might keep the racks in a mink (Mink) And I got Fiji on me, she mistake my Patek for the sink I was in Dallas at V Live Honeycomb centers in the chain like a bee hive He say he want the static with a nigga Seen him in the streets, he ain't tryna' be 'bout it, ayy' Damn all the Crippin', it's serious (serious) Blue faces in my Amiri's (Amiri's) We got a Sprinter of hoes coming in, I like my baby, just curious I just ordered up a Rolls Royce truck With the Gucci interior (interior), ayy' When I was bending the block with the Lasers out, they thought it was Christmas Up the block and knock his braces out, we caught 'em slipping We was working out that vacant house God, forgive me (forgive me) I used to fuck up my re-up Now, it's the jet with my feet up I got the money and power Now none of these niggas can see us I'm rocking furs on furs (furs) I'm probably beefing with PETA I gotta pay her to leave her It's probably cheaper to keep her I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' truck, a nigga slidin' dawg I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg I get a bag, then double it (double it) All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up) These niggas calling a peace treaty Bitch, I've been turning the static up Uh, they was wondering what Meek'd do Yellow Lamb', look like Pikachu Back to back in them Roll Royce Jumpin' out them ghosts playing peekaboo Eenie, meenie, miney, moe, see a bad bitch, I could peek-a-boo Rolls Royce to the chopper, chopper to the jet, Cali', a week or two Ayy, all of that talk, it ain't addin' up I've just been lowerin' them ladders up I heard they say they gon' rob me I hope them niggas can back it up (back it up) Nigga, just quit all that actin' tough See you, we turning our savage up (savage up) Swim in the racks, drip and drown, nigga Fuck it, I'm floodin' the Patek up (Patek up) Fuckin' that bitch like I'm mad at her I never play with that pussy (pussy) I keep some hittas with rachets tucked All of them killers, don't push me (push me) Nigga, you balling on rookie (rookie) This shit is hall of fame (fame) I got 2 K's They jealous of each other, I'm treatin' them all the same (same) I got too many bitches that I'm takin' Care of and they all complain (complain) I'm never trippin' 'bout none of these Bitches 'cause I know it's all a game (game) I paid the cost for fame, I even seen my dawg show fangs Just for the love of the money and chains 'Member we said that we never would change 'Member we said that we never would switch I made the call, let 'em get hit Way that I'm built, never could snitch Niggas get killed, fuck 'em, we diss Fucking with us, I took my re-up and doubled it up Baking soda started bubbling up They tried to throw the kid under the bus, now I'm running it up I used to fuck up my re-up Now, it's the jet with my feet up I got the money and power Now none of these niggas can see us I'm rocking furs on furs (furs) I'm probably beefing with PETA I gotta pay her to leave her It's probably cheaper to keep her I keep like twenty racks inside the Lamb' track, a nigga slidin' dawg I just put twenty racks on his head, a young nigga slidin', dawg I get a bag, then double it (double it) All of that talk, it ain't adding up (adding up) These niggas calling a peace treaty Bitch, I've been turning the static up