Lyrical Breakdown of Hold Up (feat. Young Jeezy, Diddy & Trae The Truth) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hold Up (feat. Young Jeezy, Diddy & Trae The Truth)" 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 (feat. Young Jeezy, Diddy & Trae The Truth)" 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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I'm feeling like I'm fly as fuck, no planes Yelling where them haters at, ain't nothing changed Still talking white bricks, cocaine In the club with one hundred racks, I'm just saying Yeah bitch I might (Hold upYeah) I'm just saying, hold up California 'rari bitch top just fold up Nigga with an attitude Michael Kors polo Top'll get to popping make them freeze up like a photo Nightmares about the feds smelling like Hermes Black with a check now you Cortez The exorcist nigga when I roll it turn heads Put some Ninas 'til they froze like staring 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 tripping It's Jizzle from the bottom die a legend out this bitch I get to whipping up that fo' and get a seven out that bitch King of the streets, it's when it drops I'm startin' Bitch I ball for the city just like my last name Harden So much green inside the trunk it should've stayed in the garden All I do is pay the price never ask what they charging I pull up on your bitch and repossess her like you owe that Put her in a flick 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 blowing 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 and fuck 'em Nuts hanging to the point it ain't no where to stuff 'em I let my chain play nigga, I don't ever tuck 'em Jays in the yard, Ki's in the kitchen AKs' in the closet a quarter million in the ceiling All the yay we distributing no wonder how they never caught me All I gotta say is pay your taxes pay your lawyer fee Think im runnin' round a nigga, I know the mayor I can call it 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 ballin'! 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 "I'm sorry" shit Ay yo, ABN Trae The Truth Kings, baby I got stadium place, bitches And I ain't just talkin' to women neither