Lyrical Breakdown of Fast - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah (Hurricane made this one) (Let the BandPlay) it's Dolph Okay (ah) Yeah (ah), yeah (ah), yeah (ah) Yeah (ah), yeah (ah), yeah! Ain't no business like Paper Route business lil' nigga (ha) Hey (hey) I wake up every day and live it like it's gonna be my last I been laughin' to the bank so much, it got them suckers mad I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (whoa) Lambo (Lambo), fast (go) My ice (hittin'), glass (woo) Old school (hot rod), smash (skrrt) Almost (what?) Crashed (damn) Balmains sag (racks), my bitch, bad (Bad) I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (mad) Rich nigga still love Pop-Tarts (uh) For breakfast had Skittles and Wockhardt (Wock', Wock') Bad lil' bitch, she say she wanna give me head in my car (woo) The illest nigga in the room wherever I'm at by far (yeah) Ten toes down just grind hard (yeah) I'm a player, I'm just playin' my cards (yeah) I beat all the odds, free all my niggas that's behind the bars Amiris they skinny, my bankroll a large I love when she wearing no panties, no bra All of these diamonds I'm rockin', no flaws Made a mistake and I poured too many Lines in the lemonade, now it's too raw (yeah, yeah) Everybody on the fent', fent' (fentanyl) It been takin' my family members and friends (damn) Streets don't love nobody (uh-uh) But I love the streets 'cause it bought me a Benz (hey) Today I'm in the drop just so I can let back the top and talk to God personally (amen) I'm always on go, certainly Bitch, your baby daddy used to get work from me (for real though) We made a promise to take it to To the grave with us, my niggas that did dirt with me (uh) You got your weed from the library And I stole my pack from Hercules (uh) Lately, I've been drinkin' a lot of purple Drank and smokin' a lot of purple weed (uh) A whole lot of ice around my neck, chrome heart crosses on my sleeve I wake up every day and live it like it's gonna be my last I been laughin' to the bank so much, it got them suckers mad I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (whoa) Lambo (Lambo), fast (go) My ice (hittin'), glass (woo) Old school (hot rod), smash (skrrt) Almost (what?) Crashed (damn) Balmains sag (racks), my bitch, bad (bad) I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (mad) Okay, okay, okay, okay, okay, okay Let's do it (ayy) 30 racks at the strip club, I threw it (ayy) Call Eliantte, told him, "blue it" (blue diamonds) Every day my life a different movie (ayy) Smokin' blunts in the hood with the goonies (ayy) I was 'bout to tell you I'm the shit But I think y'all already knew it Chevelle (SS), fast (fast) Watch me (watch this), pass (skrrt) Diamonds (diamonds), dance (dance) Shoppin' (shoppin'), France (Paris) Take a chance (certified) She seen me in person, that's how she became a fan (uh) You know it's fuck you nigga, yeah, you nigga and your mans (uh) You know I put this shit on They be like, "Nah Dolph, you dead wrong" (it's Dolph) My patience very, very, very short, but my bread long (it's Dolph) I fucked her too good, I shouldn't never done it, now her head gone Hustlin' motherfucker, myself, I bet on I wake up every day and live it like it's gonna be my last I been laughin' to the bank so much it got them suckers mad I got a billion dollar future, fuck yesterday and the past Every time my girl get mad at me, I go buy her a bag (whoa) Lambo (Lambo), fast (go) My ice (hittin'), glass (woo) Old school (hot rod), smash (skrrt) Almost (what?) Crashed (damn) Balmains sag (racks), my bitch, bad (Bad) I fuck her 'til she go to sleep, every time she mad (mad, mad, mad)