Lyrical Breakdown of Up The Ladder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Up The Ladder" 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 "Up The Ladder" 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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I got no stress 'cause I'm smokin' on the best
In the world, can't tell me where your girl at
That's a real flex, homie, that's a real flex
And you know that you already know that
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
Last time I came, ran up a check and doubled back
Last time I checked, I was the nigga with the pack
Last time I checked, I was the nigga with the raps
Last time I checked these was Celine with the straps
Made it out the mud, my niggas made it out the cracks
Jewelry hella sick, these brand-new Ricks help me relax
Eatin' all these years, these niggas looking like they fasting
Chrome Heart accessories, they 50 with the tax
Brand new F8, drop the top and lift it back
I smoke my own weed, my bitch rocks specific bags
Want my downfall, failed their mission, and get mad
Wide-leg jeans feelin' different when they drag
I got no stress 'cause I'm smokin' on the best
In the world, can't tell me where your girl at
That's a real flex, homie, that's a real flex
And you know that you already know that
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
Last time I checked, I was the nigga with the trees
Last time I checked, my chain below zero degrees
Last time I checked, I got these bitches on they knees
Last time I checked, I kick 'em out 'cause I don't need 'em
Gettin' high as fuck somewhere on the ceiling
Buy my bitch Balenciaga 'cause I'm feelin' it
Niggas always say "Khalifa man a real one"
It ain't even drop, get it off the site they sendin' it
I got big weed energy
Boy, that's runway Celine, I'ma still get it free
Come and kick it with the winning team
Point five selfies on my iPhone 15
I got no stress 'cause I'm smokin' on the best
In the world, can't tell me where your girl at
That's a real flex, homie, that's a real flex
And you know that you already know that
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
Light it up and roll that
I'ma roll that (I'ma roll that)
I got money, I'ma show that
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)
I'ma show that (I'ma show that)