Lyrical Breakdown of Constantly Hating - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Pour that shit up fool, it's ours Ha, monster! Man so you ain't gon' pour? Oh, so you're gonna make a nigga beg you to pour? Okay, bool, you dig? (Wheezy Beats) Uh Hopped out my motherfuckin' bed Hopped in the motherfuckin' coupe (skrrt) Pulled up on the Birdman (brr) I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster (ay) You got 50 whole bands, you'll be my sponsor (just for the night) Them snakes on the plane, me and Kanye-'conda (anacondas) Yeah (them anacondas) I might piece him up and let my partner smoke him (triple cross) Chuck-E-Cheese him up, I pizza him, I roll him (cross) I'm a gangster, I don't dance, baby, I poke Right now, I'm surrounded by some gangsters from Magnolia I heard I put it in the spot, "Yes,sir," she told me My niggas muggin', these niggas YSL only I heard my 'Nolia niggas not friendly, like no way But we not friendly either, you know it Ha! Yeah, thumbs up I've seen more holes than a golf course on Donald Trump's course My bitch a tall blooded horse, nigga, bronco And if you catch us down bet you're not gon' trunk us (no) You got a body, lil' nigga, we got a ton of 'em (yeah) You got some Robin's, lil' nigga, we got some Batmans I let that choppa go, "Blocka, blocka," get back, son (back) You got them MJ's, nigga, I got them Jacksons (racks) But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile, the fuckin' federal baitin' on you Nigga, tell me what you'll do Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga? I got a hundred things to do And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures) Yeah, I'm from that motherfuckin' 'Nolia, nigga ('Nolia, nigga) Birdman'll break a nigga nose, lil' nigga (nose, lil' nigga, ah) You need to slow your fuckin' roll, lil' nigga (roll, lil' nigga, Thugger) We created Ks on shoulders, nigga (shoulders, nigga) I'm a scary fuckin' sight, lil' nigga (sight, lil' nigga, ah) We won a hundred mil' on fights, lil' nigga (fights, lil' nigga, hey) A hundred bands, sure you're right, lil' nigga (right, lil' nigga) I keep some AKs on my flights, lil' nigga (my flights, lil' nigga, I do) Birdman Willie B (what?) Smoke some stunna blunts, now my eyes Chinese (Chinese) Hundred K on private flights overseas (overseas) Choppas City, nigga, free BG (BG) Bentley with the doors all 'round, not a Jeep (Jeep) Rich nigga shit, smoke two pounds in a week (in a week) Can't find a bitch that don't know we them streets (we them streets) Bitches know that I am Birdman, that's OG, brrat But really what is it to do When the whole world constantly hatin' on you? Pussy niggas hold their nuts, masturbatin' on you Meanwhile the fuckin' federal baitin' on you Nigga, tell me what you'll do Would you stand up or would you turn to a pussy nigga? I got a hundred things to do And I can stop rappin' but I can't stop stackin' fuckin' figures (fuckin' figures) Nigga, I'm a crack addict Thought about lettin' them get a cut Then I went and snagged at it Yeah, the new Boosie Badazz at it I'ma drop a nigga life, just like a bad habit I stick to the ground like a mothafuckin' rug I'm a big dog, lil' fuck nigga, you a pup Lil' bitch, clean your drawers before you think you're a thug Before I be in front your shows, just like your pub I ain't even lyin', baby I swear to God, I ain't lyin', baby, no First I'll screw you without these pliers, baby, or I might dap you like, "Good try, baby" Big B livin', baby Them boys on my left throwin' up C's I promise their mama see them this week And I don't break promises with my D's (them my dogs) I want M's and cheese, mister Mickey D's She know I am a beast, I am so obese (rawr) In Miami I swear they don't got good weed Wiz Khalifa can you send me some weed please? Yeah, overseas, nigga, top floor, clear windows, nigga Glass house, drankin' GT, you understand? We in that Red Light District, you understand? We three and one, that mean three on me, nigga, you understand me? Just livin' the life, boy, ayy, Thug, just a dollar for a one, nigga We can blow a mil', boy Rich Gang, YSL, blatt!