Lyrical Breakdown of Project Steps - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Project Steps" 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 "Project Steps" 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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Old habits die hard, huh? Disrespect will not be disregarded, partna You cross that line, I'm goin' off 'bout mine Man, woman, and child No exception, homeboy, no disrespect will be tolerated, man Come hell or high water, you understand that, you bitch? Bankroll mafia, hustle gang over everything, nigga I got fake bitches on my timeline, and Sucker niggas in my rearview Wonder why I'm even wastin' my time Even replyin' to let you know I don't feel you Fuck 'em, dodgin' nothin' but a fed case Better know it, tired of holdin' onto dead weight Gon' let it go, it ain't no turnin' 'round, lookin' back I swear to God I'ma drop it just like cookie crack And sell it hard, I'm a Bankhead nigga to the heart With some tone tools on the boulevard And some young niggas in a stolen car With expensive ambition and exquisite pistols, we showin' off Cross that line and we goin' off In Lenox Mall, give a damn who you go and call You violatin', we ain't lettin' nothin' go at all We demonstratin', leave your brains on the fuckin' wall Pussy, you disrespectful, nigga, got that? I ain't never been shot at and I ain't shot back Bossed up in a cool whip with a hot gat And still got stabbed from back in, what you know about that? I'm just a project nigga on the front step And gettin' money is the concept By any means in the belt where the gun kept I let that whole clip ride 'til ain't one left in it Try me, I'ma handle my business Handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me I got fake bitches on my timeline, and Hatin' niggas in my rearview I got naked bitches in the high-rise On the balcony so they can get a clear view Of the city with my dick up in it Bet in the mornin' won't remember which bitch is it Shit, hey I'm too rich for this shit But I'm too real to be tried, nigga Goin' get me, that's just like go and get God And I ain't gotta make excuses, why? I don't fuck with whoever, what you wanna do about it? Thought not, fuck around, get crossed out And caught slippin', roll down on your ass, .45 start spittin' Gon' be a long day, nigga, I start trippin' Don't be stickin' to the script, drive-by audition What's up? What you do for dough, guess you doin' too slow And by the looks of your stuff, you ain't doin' enough I'm poppin' wheelies in the front, leavin' you in the dust Kick in your door masked up like, "Who in the fuck?" Boy, you's a whole ho, not just a lil' piece of pussy Better watch your ass talkin', you don't know me, nigga, hold up I'm just a project nigga on the front step And gettin' money is the concept By any means in the belt where the gun kept I let that whole clip ride 'til ain't one left in it Try me, I'ma handle my business Handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me All I wanna do is go and chill Take my mind off the ones I wanna go and kill And yeah, I'm a daddy, love my lil' girls But I'll still check a bitch like Pac did Lauryn Hill Hey, I ain't grow into it, I was born real Used to sell crack to the children of the corn I'm the reason why your mama warned you Pray you don't die 'fore you make it to the street corner Nigga, who am I? I'm just a project nigga on the front step And gettin' money is the concept By any means in the belt where the gun kept I let that whole clip ride 'til ain't one left in it Try me, I'ma handle my business Handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me I'ma handle my business, try me