Lyrical Breakdown of Dollar and a Dream - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dollar and a Dream" 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 The Game feat. Ab-Soul 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 The Game feat. Ab-Soul's narrative.

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They say it started in the East where the apple was But out West we be throwing them apples up They say them Fruit Town niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Tree Top niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Grape Street niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Bounty Hunter niggas gon' ride tonight They say them 6-0 niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Cedar Block niggas gon' ride tonight Them 1-9-0 niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Timberland niggas gon' ride tonight They say them Campanella niggas gon' ride tonight Who gon' ride tonight, who gon' die tonight Started with a dollar and a dream Started with a dollar and a dream We did it for the West, motherfucker, like Kanye Niggas get stretched out on [?] Got three thousand stacks, I ain't talking 'bout Andre I put it on your head, I ain't talking no toupee See I stayed the same, ain't go weird like Lupe Squeeze on his trigger like ain't no more toothpaste (You ain't gon' do shit) Bitch, of course I is You want this money, you gon' have to drive the course I did I got that weight foundry, talking 'bout the Porsche out here You in the nosebleeds, come down to where the cross-eyed is How a nigga with a rojo rag end up in Soho Bag, any bitch walking with a solo swag You think you ballin' in that four do' Jag? Nah In Tom Fords with a MK bag? nah Give you a bird's eye view of the streets Nigga, welcome to Compton, take you in Carson next week Ab-Soul! Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal I said you gangbanging let me see credentials And when I pull this gun out you know how this go Started with a dollar and a dream! (Look at me now, look at me now) Started with a dollar and a dream! I was fathered by the bastards Pardon my mannerisms The Curtiss magnet that managed without the metal with him How the hell I did it? I let God ad lib it I put that on Leetwood, I ain't lying one sentence Bitch, I started with a dollar and a dream We went from helping old ladies with their groceries at Alpha Beta For a couple quarters to a baby hustling something major We had to grow up sooner or later, but I'm so Del Amo, my mama still stay off Anna Lee Carson across my belly, I prove you lost already Roccett my big brother, Bishop let the door crack Game took me on my first tour, now look where we at In the studio getting paid to reflect on that Documenting true facts Not to mention this the Documentary 2 too You do the addition in ballerina shoes Enough with the clever raps, it's more important than that I put my city on the map, nigga Yeah, I really put my city on the map I mean, when the last time you heard Carson on the track, nigga? Let alone when they calling out stomping grounds on the West I'll wait Yeah, that's what I thought, I'm the best, nigga This the new West, nigga, respect that It's Top Dawg, all I'm missing is the red hat But don't question what pocket I had left, my handkerchief I'm guilty by affiliation, in many ways gangsta But let me explain something, a paradox if you may I threw all my fresh Supreme Chuck Taylors today And then I got a call from Chuck Taylor, I'm saying The game ain't changed, we still changing the game Soul! Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal I said you gangbanging let me see credentials And when I pull this gun out you know how this go Started with a dollar and a dream! (Look at me now, look at me now) Started with a dollar and a dream! My first album was a set up I was the little nigga Pac was talking to When he said "keep your head up" Cause he knew what I would be facing after his demise Jayceon had to pitch them pies, better life than flipping fries I'm the one the Crips despise Move the Yay or kiss the sky, for having dreams that 50 died Eulogy by Mary Blige Hopped up in that enterprise, had to stop a genocide Went from underdog to watching Top Dawg and Kendrick rise Now tell me can I testify, pull over trying to rest for 5 On a block, no tint on the Wraith left these kids mesmerized They ask me how I did it, how I got it Say I'm king you looking brolic I put them weights down start practicing lyrical exercise Tell me who the next to die, probably who the next in line They got me babbling ghost cause I'm the illest one alive That's word to Pac, Pun, Biggie, why I stand as my city It's wise to run a train, you couldn't fuck with me Ever since I saved my coast, it's been born again If I ain't shit then who the king of California then? Who could out-rap me? Now think about if the same nigga you bout to say can run up and out-strap me, yeah Out-trap me, yeah, out-gat me I mean think about it, exactly Speaking matter-of-factly I'm down playing that actually Call me Game I ain't one still I get paid like an athlete Do the math after the math, Doc two in the bag Lived up to expectations, Dre took me first in the draft Now who the fuck want what Nobody survives so look alive when them Impalas in the cut Started with a dollar and a dream and a pistol On the corner rag hangin', slangin' crystal I said you gangbanging let me see credentials And when I pull this gun out you know how this go Started with a dollar and a dream! (Look at me now, look at me now) Started with a dollar and a dream!