Lyrical Breakdown of Nike Check - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nike Check" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dro weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nike Check" 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 Dro 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 Dro's narrative.
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Clean money, talking limousine money
Got a nigga hand hurting when he counting
Get a new machine for me (we bout that motherfucking)
Dirty cash, want a break it, thirty cash
In a new Mercedes Benz burning gas (we bout that motherfucking)
In god we trust, if you about that, you aight with us
I only got a gat, won't fight, won't run,
I'ma put it in your life (we bout that motherfucking)
Big bank roll, rubber band trap money
That's what I had way before the rap money
Now I got it and he don't nigga want to act funny
Listen homie (we bout that motherfucking check)
Even still I'ma die for my respect
You cross that line, let it fly about that
Anybody know me, know that I ain't lying about that
Matter fact (we bout that motherfucking)
Currency and revenue,
all a nigga ever do is get it then spend it then get it, get it
Whether misdemeanor or regional
To felony to federal
I got to heaven brah I'm telling you, telling you
We bout that motherfucking check (run it, run it)
You better motherfucking check
Hustle gang in that motherfucker chyea
We bout that motherfucking check (turn it, turn it)
Boy this how we motherfucking do it
Flip back, bust two, make mula (we bout that motherfucking check)