Lyrical Breakdown of Pressure - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pressure" 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 "Pressure" 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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(Mustard on the beat, ho) Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy) I get my racks and I shut up I get-get racks, get cheddar I'm pressure, she pressure Got a ticket in my dresser Bitch, I came straight up out the pressure Nipsey Hussle, blue rag on my necklace We mobbin' in thе Tesla I'm a certified Eliantе investor I promise I'm goin' in like the privates I'm boardin' in lot of out-of-town bitches, we know they coordinates I was broke, now I'm twenty-two and I made the Forbes again I been all about some racks, fuck a bitch, get some racks Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy) I get my racks and I shut up I get-get racks, get cheddar I'm pressure, she pressure Got a ticket in my dresser Ayy, you know a nigga been livin' life I been gettin' factory diamonds, tryna get the Jigga ice We been on a different time I damn near don't wear Margiela, I got Louis V Vanilla I got my bitch that came from the trap pushin' porch pedal V-12 engines got me kickin' a horse better You like the local bitches, I like the imported better I hang with killers, none of my nigga don't know no better Shorty, what? You want your rent paid? And your bust down Rollie with a big face Wanna meet Rihanna, get some Fenty Can you climb up on my presidente? Get too much money, I ain't even try to take no advice I got some baguettes, you know I'm buried in the ice I'm in an igloo and my bitch live in a glacier Came from the bottom, now I'm countin' up this paper (ayy) I get my racks and I shut up I get-get racks, get cheddar I'm pressure, she pressure Got a ticket in my dresser