Lyrical Breakdown of I See $'s - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I See $'s" 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 "I See $'s" 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, yeah (DJ Cyreen)
Let the BandPlay
PaperRoute Frank, ha
Didn't need a label, came in with my own cake (okay)
Then I fucked this rapper baby mama by mistake (damn)
Ever since then that big head motherfucker been hatin' (haha)
How it feel to be a fuck nigga?
Congratulations (how it feel, pussy? ha)
Real niggas never change (never), you know how the game go (huh)
Crackin' seals and countin' M's (M), what I wanna change for? (woo)
Richard Mille, diamonds dancin', bitch, look at the rainbow (shine)
Used to slam a hundred bags a week out that Durango (woo)
20 racks for this jacket and got a hundred on me (racks)
Dolph make his own rules
He do what the fuck he want, don't he? (dig that)
I just gave a brand new Lambo to my lil' homie (dig that)
VS in my ears, no SI's that's on God (uh, uh, uh)
She like how I shine (dig that), he is not my kind (dig that)
Foreigns when we slide (dig that), ratchet but she fine (dig that)
I fuck with her vibe (dig that), I see dollar signs (dig that)
In a 488 'Rari three deep (skrrt)
Me and two bitches, 2 a.m., headed east (uh)
Smashed 'em both
Drunk a four and smoked three blunts before three (3 a.m.)
They don't belong to me, they belong to the streets
(Yeah, yeah) five Cuban links (bust down)
Why they call you Dolphin?
You a dawg, nigga, beast (it's Dolph)
When Juice WRLD died, I drunk a pint every day for a week (woah)
When Doe B died, the shit was crazy and I couldn't even sleep (woah)
Rare breed in my DNA (solid) and it run deep (yeah)
Got a meeting with my CPA (what?)
Boy, I been eating (break the bank)
My diamonds alkaline water (woo), not Aquafina (uh-uh)
These rocks tryna see who hit harder (hit), like Ike and Tina (Tina)
(Yeah, yeah) uh
Yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah), yeah (yeah)
She like how I shine (dig that), he is not my kind (dig that)
Foreigns when we slide (dig that), ratchet but she fine (dig that)
I fuck with her vibe (dig that), I see dollar signs
I see dollar signs