Lyrical Breakdown of Overtime (Feat. Lola Monroe) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Overtime (Feat. Lola Monroe)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Trina weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Overtime (Feat. Lola Monroe)" 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 Trina 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 Trina's narrative.

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Uhhh All the trucks Chris tucker black The Ashton white like ashton in A trucker hat Put my city on the map (I carry them) And keep bum bitches quiet (Librarian) It ain't about dat money Then darlin wut u mean Should pay for the Celtics How I'm ballin for dis green And Dunk em for the team Bout dat real action Rock too many rings Call me Phil Jackson Shawty let me coach you I could make the game real cold U wasn't raised up right No field goal Let's get it I'm chargin them too much now Call me when u run across that green Touchdown! God damn, swagga so official The ballin never stop They might have to blow the whistle Oh man, either when they do it That ain't stopping nothin shorty We still getting to it Overtime, overtime Stuntin in a drop top Ballin like I never seen a shot clock I call it over time, overtime Swagga so official The ballin never stop They might have to blow the whistle The game don't change Only change is the players Exclusive bitch I flow the craft in the air Back shots sho did U fuckin with the mayor Since I'm the chief All I comprehend is Catier The majic city queen Bodeya Is my catalog Additional wages, u can't speak my shoe dialog I'm the best bitch, fuck the rest bitch I got these broads buyin lands Take (take take take) a rest bitch OVERTIME Time and Two quarters Time and a half, gave birth to three daughters Pretty money royal, bout to set if off We takin tops off and pop off And tearin bitches blocks off Might see me crusin versace Or peep me flowin in fendi Gangsta bouji and pretty Ethiopian and Trini Bout to grab me them Bentleys Tell em ship it to the new place That I just moved in from all shoe space YUP I'm getting money And I'm barely home That's just basic intincts No Sharon Stone Sorry that I'm headed to the top And goin there alone And old school cause elly frames And a hair and bone You ridin out Then hit the clutch and shift Sucka ship been known to blow me Like a dutch and piff U bout ya fuckin chips Then ya'll just as there And errybody else is in a Boss Bitches World