Lyrical Breakdown of Ima Boss (feat. Rick Ross) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ima Boss (feat. Rick Ross)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ima Boss (feat. Rick Ross)" 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 Wale employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Woo, woo
Jahlil Beats on the-
Look, I be ridin' through my old hood, but I'm in my new whip (yes sir)
Same old attitude, but I'm on that new shit (yeah)
They say they gon' rob me, see me, never do shit (never)
'Cause they know that's the reason they gon' end up on a news clip (murder)
Audemar' on my wrist, bust down (bling)
We poppin' bottles like I scored the winnin' touchdown (score)
'Member me dead broke? (Broke) look at me up now (up)
I run my city from South Philly back to Uptown
Thank God all these bottles I popped
All this paper I been gettin', all these models I popped
I done sold a hunnid thousand 'fore my album got dropped
And I'm only 23, I'm the shit, now, look at me
Look at me, I'm a boss like my nigga Rozay
Shorty asked me for a check, I told that bitch, "Like no way"
'Cause I made it from the bottom, it was never no way
And I never had a job, you know I had to sell yay
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I call the shots (call the shots)
I'm with the murder team (murder team), call the cops (call the cops)
We in the buildin' (we in the buildin'), y'all are not (y'all are not)
You short on the paper, you gon' ball or not?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch, it's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfuckin' crown? (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (yeah), hey
Got so many shades, they thought I had a lazy eye (huh)
Shorty rode me smooth as my Mercedes ride (huh)
No love, cry when only babies die
And when I go, that casket better cost a hunnid thou'
I pray to God I look my killer in his eyes
Snatch his soul out his shirt, let's take him for that ride
OG is one who standin' on his own feet
A boss is one who guarantee we gon' eat (huh)
Fuck a blog, dawg, 'cause one day we gon' meet
I'ma spaz on yo' ass like I'm Monique
Or a double stack, bet a nigga double that
Jerry Jones money, nigga, you a runnin' back
Herschel Walker (what?) BoJack (hah)
Ricky Watters, better run that dope back
Boss, and I put that on my Maybach
400 thou', bitch, you wish you saved that
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch, it's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfuckin' crown? (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (yeah), hey
Couple cars I don't never drive, bikes I don't never ride (nah)
Crib I ain't never been (no), pool I don't never swim (never)
Fool, you ain't better than (nah), I move like the president (yeah)
E'rythang black-on-black, you know I be strappin' that
Rattin' ass niggas walkin' 'round wearin' wires
Fuckin' up the game, got the hood on fire (it's hot)
Bitch I'm a king (king), call me sire
If you say I don't run my city, you a motherfuckin' liar
I'm a boss (I'm a boss), you a fraud (you a fraud)
You cross the line, I get you murdered for a cost (murder)
Out in Vegas (out in Vegas) I took a loss (took a loss)
At the fight, we watchin' Floyd, we on the floor (we on the floor)
Yeah, scared money don't make no money
If I ever go broke, I'ma take yo' money
I ain't never dropped a dime, you ain't take none from me
In the hood e'rday, bitch, I'm good, what I say?
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (huh)
We in this bitch, it's goin' down
Yeah, I'm the king, now where my motherfuckin' crown? (Huh)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
Bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss), bitch, I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
I plan the shots (huh), I call the calls (yeah), hey