Lyrical Breakdown of No Invitation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Invitation" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Invitation" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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(Ron Ron do that shit)
Beat that motherfucker up Quad)
When I'm in my Double R I got pounds in the trunk
I got hella of the shrooms you can get 'em if you want
I be in some Crocs slippers hoppin' right off the plane
Ain't fuckin' with you niggas I'm in my own lane
Big weed big ass closet I got my own store
Good kush whole lotta money that's what I'm known for
So you can holler if you hear me
I want the money or don't come near me
You bitch talkin' to me loud like I'm Siri
Runnin' game on her brain that's reverse engineering
This ain't no Tesla but it do it's own steering
Just paid a quarter mill' for a earing
These niggas fake I'm the real thing
Private flight sittin' on a wing
Niggas catch a case they'll never sing
Got a bitch that'll never leave
Long money better weed
We can fuck girl but you won't get a fee
And this watch is a masterpiece
Taylor Gang nigga or it's a casualty
Need my money on time how it has to be
I don't share with a bitch so they mad at me
I don't stay 'cause the clubs where they values be
No difference between fake and reality
So I tell that bitch "hold up"
My life ain't never boring
A hundred million I got it off of touring
And if it's up with you niggas I'll leave it there
I keep the gloves in the trunk so I don't need a pair
I keep the weed rolled up that's why I smell good
Ain't been that nigga in the city since you left the hood
I keep it solid with my niggas I'll never change
Since '09 a million niggas reppin' Taylor Gang
I'm on shrooms I don't fuck with alcohol
I'm out in Vegas couple white bithces and Adderall
I'm overseas THC pills I got 'em all
And ain't trippin' 'cause the customs think it's Tylenol
A private party and ain't no one invited y'all
I got the papers the kush but my lighter's gone
Give me a doobie and a beat I'll write a song
Give me a business expense I'll write it off
Boy you a worker you must think you some kind of boss
I'm wearin' shit that you don't know what the designers are
Hardly ever drive my car
I tell her Uber to my crib 'cause it's kinda far
When I step out it's hard to see my shades are kinda dark
I'm microdosing off the shrooms tonight I had a lot
She microdosing with me too and said she had a shot
Ain't see me nowhere at the playoffs 'cause we had a box
Hold up
My Rollie don't tick
Pockets loaded won't fit y'all move slow than a bitch
From my car you know that I'm rich
I hop out she blow me a kiss
I don't trick you show up with gifts
Lot of patience I learn I ain't grow up with it
They don't charge me 'cause I'm different
When she kick it with you she on a mission
She like to shop a lot she in love with them labels
Go to Carbone and take a picture at a table
I'm rollin' ounces of the kush you gettin' smoked out
A pretty face some little titties but it poke out
Went to the doctor real quick ain't nobody know 'bout it
She got a nigga at the crib ready to get so violent
She keep on callin' my phone ready to get piped up
Them niggas wearin' a wire them niggas mic'd up
Kush in my right lung
When you take a look at my chain it look like the lights on
And them niggas gon' be in icon
Want the gas? Nigga you got the right one
Chucks or Vans ain't no Nikes on
All of my niggas do our thing so you gon' fight or un
Hear what I'm sayin' nigga line it up
Pull every bitch at the party got niggas mad like who invited us