Lyrical Breakdown of I Made It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Made It" 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 "I Made It" 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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Yeah, hey look
Stop looking out that door shawty
Man you see my neighbors all in my business?
What the fuck you take me for?
Hey-y, I gat spots in they boomings (spots)
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy (nosy)
I got Glocks, I got holsters (yeah, crr)
All my partners know I'm loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches (yeah)
'Cause they still in the trenches (trenches)
Fifty spots when we had roaches (someway)
Hoe, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
Until I'm the motherfucking greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop (yeah)
'Til my fucking dying days (yeah)
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it, I made it
I made it, you didn't
I told Quan this was written
I made it, went brazy pharmaceutic I need Ritalin
They hate I made it so I sit back featuring these bullets
You can't get it out your head like a fuck hoody
I got bad foreign bitches, they say I like them bullets
I might leave his ass hot like a fucking skillet (crrr)
Then put money on his head like a fucking Skully (fire)
My boys love the cars
Hey, my girls love me
Play with me like it's a game of rugby
AK's with me like I'm a fucking Russian (yeah, yeah)
Hey, I gat spots in they boomings (spots)
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy (nosy)
I got Glocks, I got holsters (yeah, crr)
All my partners know I'm loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches (yeah)
'Cause they still in the trenches (trenches)
Fifty spots when we had roaches (someway)
Hoe, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
Until I'm the motherfucking greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til my fucking dying days
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah I made it, I made it, huh
I know the niggas mad I made it
I know the nigga mad I say it
Two million dollars in one year
Ain't playing, ain't playing, ain't playing
I can fit five hundred thousand in these pants
Trap spot done made a nigga a couple extra hundred thousand off xans
I'm praying, I'm praying, I'm praying, I'm praying
The feds don't kick my door, I know they looking for me, hey
I don't want your hoe, just want that cookie from her
She tried to resist so I took it from her
How you gonna tell me no, you must not know who I am
Even if I'm on the road I see what's going on 'cause you know I got cameras
I don't know no questions but I know the answers
I throw these black fists just like a panther
Too much work 'cause I gat
Spots in they boomings (spots)
All my neighbors, yeah, they nosy (nosy)
I got Glocks, I got holsters (yeah, crr)
All my partners know I'm loaded
Some of them spot, they got roaches (yeah)
'Cause they still in the trenches (trenches)
Fifty spots when we had roaches (someway)
Hoe, I don't get offended
All this money I been chasing
All this money I been making
I won't stop, I can't stop
Until I'm the motherfucking greatest
I won't stop, I can't stop
'Til my fucking dying days
Yeah I made it, yeah I made it, yeah I made it
Yeah, I made it, I made it