Lyrical Breakdown of Lifestyle (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Birdman) [Rich Gang Tags] - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lifestyle (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Birdman) [Rich Gang Tags]" 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 "Lifestyle (feat. Rich Homie Quan & Birdman) [Rich Gang Tags]" 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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I done, uh, ha, huh (ayy), London On Da Track, bitch (my lifestyle)
Ayy, Rich Homie, Thugger Thugger in this motherfucker (eeh)
Rich Homie, Thugger Thugger in this motherfucker (oh)
Rich Gang, Thugger Thugger, baby
Got like four ounces in a 20 ounce, bitch (ah), I'm blessed (hey, Rich Homie)
I done (hey), did a lotta shit just to live this here lifestyle (oh, yeah, woo)
We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (woo, lifestyle, ayy)
Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (beginnin', lil' nigga, woo)
I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (you still beginnin', lil' nigga)
Million five on the Visa card (woo)
Hunnid bands still look like the fuckin' Titans (football player)
Nigga servin' great white like I'm feedin' sharks (shee')
I won't do nothin' with the bitch, she can't even get me hard (woo)
Somethin' wrong with the pussy (what?)
Even though I ain't gon' hit it, I'ma still make sure that she douche it ('cause what?)
Me and my woadie we don't get caught up like that, no way (no way)
We ain't got time to go see doctors, J, hey (woo)
Who said money? (Money, nigga)
Hop up in my bed full of 40 bitches and yawnin' (and why?)
Hey, think this a show, bitch, I'm performin' (chi-chi-chi)
I do this shit for my daughters and all my sons, bitch (woo)
I'ma run up 'em bands, take care of their funds, bitch (are you in?)
I got a moms, bitch (what?), she got a moms, bitch (she do)
I got sisters and brothers to feed (woo)
I ain't goin' out like no idiot, I'm an OG
I done did a lotta shit just to live this here lifestyle (livin' this shit right now)
We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (livin' lifestyle right now, oh)
Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (only beginnin', lil' nigga)
I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (you still beginnin', lil' nigga)
Still screamin', "Fuck the other side" (fuck them nigga, fuck them nigga)
I'ma ride for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
And I'ma die for my nigga, ayy (Quan voice)
Ain't gon' be latchin' on my niggas, ayy (no way, no way)
Nigga couldn't see me if they had a genie (woo)
I'ma live my life like Bennie, R.I.P. my brother Bennie (R.I.P.)
I stack the racks to the ceilin', now these nigga can't beat me (racks)
I just might wake wantin' Chanel and these bitches can't see me (woo)
I'm in a whole 'nother league (Rich Gang)
I ain't got AIDS, but I swear to God, I'ma bleed (suwoop) 'til I D-I-E (brrat)
28 floors up, I feel like I could F-L-Y-E-E (oops)
Pee on top of these bitches (oops)
God told me they can never stop me, so they ain't gon' stop me
I'm in that Corvette with baby mommy gettin' sloppy toppy (skrrt, skrrt, woo)
I'm bleedin' red like a devil, I see these bitches plottin' (slatt)
They wanna know how I got M's and I didn't finish college (damn)
I done did a lotta shit just to live this here lifestyle (livin' this shit right now)
We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (livin' lifestyle right now, oh)
Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (only beginnin', lil' nigga)
I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (tell 'em)
I do it for my daddy (ayy), I do it for my mama (I do)
Them long nights, I swear to God, I do it for the come up (come up)
I'm Willie B, beatin' on my chest, in the jungle, ayy (hey)
Money on money, I got commas in every bank (ah)
Sunday through Monday, I've been grindin' with no sleep (swear)
Talkin' 'bout takin' somethin' from me, like, no way (nah)
Thugger Thugger, that's my brother, brother (Thugger, Thugger)
You don't want no trouble trouble, or you can get these fists, knuckle-knuckle (hey)
Buckle up like a seatbelt, or I'll shoot ya (fah, fah)
Punchin' on the gas (skrrt), too fast, and I lose ya (hey)
Give me a bed, and I'll do her (hey), I want her head, Medusa (ooh)
I swear a nigga gone 'cause this strong I'm blowin' super (OG, nigga)
Ayy, grindin' for a new day (what you doin'?)
I'm skatin', like that nigga Lupe (swear to God)
Hey, I'm on the top just like toupee (brr, I'm on the top, nigga)
Ayy, I'm in her mouth just like toothpaste
Did a lotta shit just to live this here lifestyle (Viso, what's poppin'?)
We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle (one time, ya heard? Rich Gang)
Nigga livin' life like a beginner and this is only beginnin' (one time, so swagged out, ya heard me? Ya heard?)
I'm on the top of the mountain, puffin' on clouds and niggas still beginnin' (yeah, and they talkin', bah-bah)
B-low, ya understand me? Yeah, nigga (Rich Gang)
Sittin' in the middle of this ocean, Pacific that is (Pacific that is)
Ya understand me? Bunch of bad bitches, ya heard?
Poppin' that GTV, livin' that lifestyle (ya heard?)
Yeah, I do this for Ms. Gladys, boy, 100