Lyrical Breakdown of From A Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "From A Man" 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 "From A Man" 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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If I ain't one of the greats, then tell me who it is
I been focusin' on my babies just 'cause they my kids
I took off all my necklaces, couldn't see the plot twist
Magnificent preferences, you could tell by the Letterman
I'm turnt up on medicine
I'm still streamin', show me a better man
Rolls-Royce umbrellas
I done turned to a felon, I done stacked me some cheddar
I done turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella
I had just turned Hermès up, now I been rockin' Margiela
I'm on the block where they gon' wait for you to fail, then tell you
I'm spendin' all my racks and they ain't tell me nothin'
All you jewelers tryna rob, and don't you sell me nothin'
Don't your clothes say Celine? You stylin' (Celine)
Your ex been tryna call back, your - pure crack (woo)
Few billion in plaques (woo), better hide it in the house
You better not let her get no internet 'cause I'll spill on the jack
Don't stand him up beside me
Big dawg told me, "Get the check like Nike"
I think the Tarzan movie was about me
The way I'm movin' in the streets
Real love inside me, got me comin' home nightly
I fell in love with your thongs, most likely
A real redbone tryna come wife me
No one night, more like nightly
40K, I'm bein' grown
Damn, I'm just tryna steer the song
Black Sky-Dweller, King Kong
Black guy in the world gettin' on, yeah
Black guy can't do wrong
Black guy in his motherf- zone, yeah
Black boy makin' it home
Black boy ain't makin' it home
Try and reach the crack of dawn, oh
Trappin' in my Reebok, I don't see y'all
I'm just tryna get all my re-rock, I don't wanna be opps
Cops pull up, we all flee out like we all feet out
Or gettin' high 'til I don't see y'all, pour two liter
She see her own face and she ain't clear
She don't wanna be herself and just for that, I got a fear
I'm endin' off this internet sh- like my mirror
This sh- ain't passed up none of my ideas, I made me a mill'
I wonder if I ever get off seals and poppin' pills
I don't know, but right now it feels real, this sh- real
I'm doctor Phil, I'm big wheel, I'm king spill
I ever rat in one of my years, I'm gettin' killed
I swear, I'm gettin' killed
If I ain't one of the greats, then tell me who it is (yeah)
I been focusin' on my babies just 'cause they my kids
I took off all my necklaces, couldn't see the plot twist
Magnificent preferences, you could tell by the Letterman
I'm turnt up on medicine
I'm still streamin', show me a better man
Rolls-Royce umbrellas
I done turned to a felon, I done stacked me some cheddar
I done turned my profits up, now I gotta perform at Coachella