Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hold Up" 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 T.I. 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 T.I.'s narrative.

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King motherfucker Ay yo, some of y'all bitches be motherfuckin' speeding and talking out of turn You need to slow the fuck down and hold up man Ay yo, Trae The Truth, get at these niggas, c'mon I am king, you know what it is Bitch came up to me, she said "who you is?" You know what I had to tell her I said "I'm Diddy, bitch!" I'm feelin' like I'm fly as fuck, no planes Yellin' where them haters at? Ain't nothin' changed Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just sayin' Yeah, bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, wait a minute bitch Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, I'm just sayin' I'm just sayin' hold up California 'rari bitch, top just fold up Nigga with an attitude, Michael Kors polo Top'll get to poppin', make 'em freeze up like a photo Nightmares 'bout the feds, smellin' like Hermes Black with a check, now you Cortez The exorcist nigga, when I roll it turn heads Put some Ninas 'to they 'fros/froze like starin' at Medusa hair You see me in these streets on these beats With them hoes of the kitchen A pussy nigga think different, pussy nigga trippin' It's Jizzle from the bottom, die a legend out this bitch I get to whippin' up that fo', and get a second out that bitch I'm feelin' like I'm fly as fuck, no planes Yellin' where them haters at? Ain't nothin' changed Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just sayin' Yeah, bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, wait a minute bitch Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, I'm just sayin' King of the streets, twin drops I'm storin' Bitch I ball for the city, just like my last name Horton So much green inside the trunk, it should've stayed in the garden All I do is pay the price, I never ask what they chargin' I pull up on your bitch and repossess her like you owe that Put her in a flick and and display her like she was Kodak King motherfucker I'm classic like I was throwback This ain't what you want pussy nigga, you better know that Too deep in this 'rari, something blowin' like Bob Marley Hit my youngin' with a chopper, tell him ride like Harley I do this for my niggas in the city of the slow shit Well they pulled up, and they bang something Them laws come, we don't know shit Street nigga problems, we don't never duck 'em I'm an asshole, Trae forever young 'n fuck 'em Nuts hangin' to the point it ain't nowhere to stuff 'em I let my chain play nigga, I don't ever tuck 'em I'm feelin' like I'm fly as fuck, no planes Yellin' where them haters at? Ain't nothin' changed Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just sayin' Yeah, bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, wait a minute bitch Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, I'm just sayin' (: T.I.:) Jays in the yard, Ki's in the kitchen AKs in the closet, a quarter million in the ceiling ...wonder how they never caught me All I gotta say is pay your taxes, pay your lawyer fee People runnin' at a nigga, know the nigga I got Yeah that's above the law, call it what you call it Don't take no shit, 'cause I ain't no toilet See me shawty, you see me... I pulled up, hopped out, sharp as shit Rolls Royce so big, can't park the shit You ain't 'bout that life, quit startin' shit Cause we ain't gon' wanna hear that ol' siren shit I'm feelin' like I'm fly as fuck, no planes Yellin' where them haters at? Ain't nothin' changed Still talkin' white bricks, cocaine In the club with a hundred racks, I'm just sayin' Yeah, bitch I'm like hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, wait a minute bitch Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up Yeah, I'm just sayin' Ay yo, ABN Trae The Truth Kings, baby I got stadium place, bitches And I ain't just talkin' to women neither