Lyrical Breakdown of BagBak - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BagBak" 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 Vince Staples 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 Vince Staples's narrative.

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This is for my future baby mama

Hope your skin is black as midnight

I'll take you out that Honda

I can put you in a Benz

I can balance out your chakras

Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless

Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens

Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion

Everybody think they know me now

Cause I'm chicken-checkin'

Negro, you are not my homie

How dare you think it's different

Boy, you tripping

Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped

And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling

So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat

And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie

Boy I'm buoyant, we are

Floating on them peons

Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs

Prison system broken, racial war commotion

Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin'

We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office

Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started

The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects

So 'til they love my dark skin

Bitch I'm goin' all in

Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped

And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling

So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat

And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me

Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie

They found it

Depth close to 3,230 feet

A deep dive, but within acceptable range

Clap your hands if the police ever profiled

You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now

Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town

Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now

We on now, we on now

Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now

Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now

Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now

We on now