Lyrical Breakdown of Presidential - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Presidential" 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 "Presidential" 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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Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it My Chevy look cinnamon, my bitch is a Indian Plus, I? m bilingual, I? d be talkin? like Dominican, como esta Think I look innocent, Bentley on 26 Brown when I? m sellin? dope to e'rybody in this bitch Everybody get a brick, I break? em down randomly Whoever try and tell on me I shoot they whole family Fish scale, jammer gym, I? m clean with my mammal feet Dope boy, I? d be sellin? dream like a jamboree Paint a Rica tangerine, beatin? like a tambourine Mac 90 magazine, longer than the back lean Back plead to the whole block for the crack G Y'all remember me, I had the Chevy with black D Neck from black D, white D, purple D Cartier frame, [Incomprehensible] Urkel D Nigga keep chirpin me, they courteous, they work for me Straight drop glad I got these haters who wanna murder me Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it Trans Am homie with that blam, blam, homie Dead fresh, I look like I got that yam, don? t it? Drop top spider with that candy yam on it It? s hard to stick on my block, I spray Pam on it If it ain? t presidential, we don? t goddamn want it Bentley truck bitch me and goddamn boney I sell a brick to whoever goddamn want it And guess who the feds is, my goddamn homie You a lie The spy cam finally take pictures while I order out I get the bricks and sort? em out and pump em' like the Carter house Case is out, I fought em' out, and plus I gotta quarter house Break downs at dead end that? s slaughterhouse I? m hangin? out in Germany, the Mafia concernin? me My nickname schoolboy, ain? t nobody learnin' me Burnin? heat, poke one in the pot this is? 63 Is all in the wrist, scale fish, nigga, mention me Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it Anythin' you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it You can? t see Dro, I am Lou Ferrigno Green Benzito, rim big like my ego Bricks come from Chico and my old school amigo They call me Action Jackson like my first name, Tito The first chain three co, berry car, very far High up off the ground, man, I do this shit to every car Betty crock, Betty rock, got this shit from very far All that walkin? all up on me gon' getcha Chevy popped Frenetic mob, fresh and successful in the compressor I hop up on Pacatis and Relium like the Messer Helium got your chest up, really you? bout to mess up Gold point bullets, you really don? t have to fess up, neck up I am flamboyant, you so annoying Drop top jag at ya pad, cho, yoing, yoing When I pull up on your bitch in the Benz, she? s glowin' So much ice in my mouth when I talk, it be snowin' Anything you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it Anything you want I can get my hands on it If you keep comin? put some extra grams on it You know I keep glad to prove who I am If it ain? t presidential, we don? t got damn want it