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 T.I. 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 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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Hustling, out here I'm out here, hustling I'm just thinking 'bout getting back home to you babe I'm out here, hustling You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you (Hustling) let's get more freedom In my future, so we can ball (out here) So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane And you can fly first class on an airplane Yeah, ay, let's go man I remember coming up, used to hate to get on the bus Dreams of getting paid and makin the big bucks Started to get a little then couldn't get enough Let me in, I'ma win nigga I don't give a fuck The environment sucks but the bread ain't bad The broads, don't fuck 'em all but the head ain't bad I'm young, rich and legit, think the Feds ain't mad? Haters are sick of the Six, so scared of the scad Dag, damn nigga ya ain't have to brag This'll never pay, remember when you said that bad? The nigga still thinking I blew up so fast J. Geter, remember when you put up yo' last? This for my niggas tryin to flip yo' cash 'fore the Feds can get a chance to clip yo' ass Get a lot of powder in a Ziplock bag Wrist full of rubber bands, 40-cal's in the dash I'm out here, hustling I'm just thinking 'bout getting back home to you babe I'm out here, hustling You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you (Hustling) let's get more freedom In my future, so we can ball (out here) So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane And you can fly first class on an airplane Yo ay, ay, let me holla at 'em Gov' I know some people love me to death and there's some that can't stand me Cause I got a big ass crib in Miami (what else?) Another out in Cali, backyard so sandy (okay) And most broads find it hard to understand me But the same attitude that make crews goddamn me Is the same ones that got me lookin cool at the Grammy's Haters wanna damage me but King you'll never be Shawty holla at me when you get your first felony Then holla at me when you've been on Dave Letterman Say they never seen a real nigga so elegant Lames wanna hear that real shit and I'm telling it Trained the game to be sold and I'm selling it Chasing a Honda mil', that bullshit is irrelevant We can race if you wanna, I bet on me and you'll never win Simply cause a loser's somethin I've never been If you doubt now holla back at 2007 then I'm out here, hustling I'm just thinking 'bout getting back home to you babe I'm out here, hustling You see that's how I'm able to send that little money to you (Hustling) let's get more freedom In my future, so we can ball (out here) So we can sip champagne, and puff that Mary Jane And you can fly first class on an airplane Hustling, out here Hustling, out here