Lyrical Breakdown of Hustlin' - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Turn up, boy It's engineer, versace on my neck man Aye Rich gang (soulja) Rich gang (what you doing soulja?) Let's get it (soulja) Where you at it with it? (Rich gang) My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be Hustling! Got money in my pocket I been took off Just like a rocket I got 100 bandz stuffed in my robbings I'm in a bugatti I don't move sloppy With a whip with my wrist Your bitch jock me Hop up out the phantom and the paparazzi snap me I got bricks underneath the fucking mattress I got bricks, ak make you do a backflip My nigga I be trapping, trapping, packing Whipping and flipping them chickens (them chickens) Buggati no expedition Pushing it to the limit All my niggas, we running the dope We running the shit like we sprinting My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be hustling You already know Fendi ferragamo When I'm shaking down the store What up with my wrist? 900, Tony hawk Walk inside the louie store, and everything I bought 100 Bricks and chickens and they sitting in my vault I am king soulja, nigga what the fuck you thought He thought he was on but nigga you gone fell off Pull up in that rick ross Smoking like a boss I been chopped the block off, the block off Lil dre will get you knocked out, knocked off, knocked off I flex up in the u-haul chickens in the back though Ride up in that maybach, killers will kick your back door My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be hustling, hustling, hustling Got money in my pocket, pocket, pocket Got bandz in my pocket, pocket, pocket My nigga I be hustling!