Lyrical Analysis of...
winnin' shit (ft. KRT)
- //0:06 //
- yeah
- //0:08 //
- ay, a ay,
- //0:10 //
- ay, ay, a ay,
- //0:12 //
- hey, yeah, I been up
- //0:15 //
- winnin' shit, ha
- //(Verse 1, Addario) 0:17 //
- (hey), I been winnin' shit
- I been a witness to all ya shit, you is not winnin' shit
- If there's ever a question of competition then I am just winnin' it
- (hey) If there's ever a thought about who got it like that, I can finish it
- //0:23 //
- If there's ever a question about who been doin' it just like that, I got answers
- Ain't nobody ever wanna see me shine, girls my [type be](type b) taken, I'm a [cancer]('type b cancer')
- Got a lot of shit on my plate, but that shit's okay, cuz it's gonna get handled
- And nobody needs to put money on my head, I owe so many, already got a ransom
- //0:30 //
- Tough out the woods and you know where I'm goin'
- If you wanna handle me then we can do it
- but best believe it ain't goin' the way you think it goin'
- Cookin' up recipes, killin' anti biotics, like I work at a farm
- //0:37 //
- You ain't gon' get the best of me, I know what I'm doin'
- I been up here since you was a child, now you all grown
- and now you all smug,
- but I still run circles around y'all like a motherfuckin' drawin'
- //0:44 //
- (hey), I been winnin' shit
- I been a witness to all ya shit, you is not winnin' shit
- If there's ever a question of competition then I am just winnin' it
- (hey) If there's ever a thought about who got it like that, I can finish it
- //(Verse 2, KRT) 0:51 //
- I flip the script, I tell y'all I'ma dip and go do some shit like this
- look me in the eyes, I turn you to memories like medusa's brain had a mist
- typa run I done been on, shit's unheard of, shit's a myth
- and to the nigga who knows who I'm talkin' to, you try to sneak diss again and I'ma blitz
- //0:58 //
- got the feather on my hip, but these bullets don't tickle, they write eulogies
- told ‘em "keep ya chin up," now his head in the clouds like a euler’s dream
- ran off with the bag, no cart, no receipt, this ain’t a return policy
- had to double back, left the scene with two victories, no apologies
- //1:05 //
- you niggas busy talkin' out ya ass and ya still ain't shit
- chop chop chop, the chop get ya killed quick
- money and power ain't enough, I wanna rule with an iron fist
- iron man with the glock, tell jarvis let it spit (haha)
- //1:12 //
- walked in silent, let the beam talk, that’s an infrared discussion
- he was stand up till he folded, now his body do percussion
- two tone metal on my waist, like i can’t pick a favorite color
- i don’t beef, i do construction, lay one down and then pave another
- //1:19 //
- talkin' tuff like they the greatest showman, that's a huge act man
- hundreds of thousands get put on my head daily, so I can't cap man
- and ya'll want a show, then I'll put it on like puttin' on a hat, man
- puffin' on the bagpipe, he better act up to par, 'fore he end up on his back, man
- //1:26 //
- mask on, no halloween, but this glock give out tricks for treats
- told him play his cards right, now he lyin’ face down in the street
- i don't do no tiptoein’, every step leave a concrete speech
- every line i write a check, they just talkin’ over beats
- //1:33 //
- had to leave ‘em stiff in the cut, like a mannequin clip
- all that talkin’ bout the drama, but ya scenes don't fit
- circulate the money, make it spin like a fan in this bitch
- left ‘em leakin', now he trendin’, got the streets in a clip
- //1:40 //
- double back, seen the whole set fold like a blank disc
- city full of actors, had to cut ‘em out the frame quick
- he ain't built for real pressure, so he crumble when the weight hit
- yellin’ he a demon, til we send ‘em where the flames sit
- //1:47 //
- dropped a bag, money talk louder than a street preacher
- keyboard warrior in a sense, i don't move a muscle, I just delete people
- ain't gotta flex what’s understood cuz my boy right here, he don’t need features
- pull up in the ghost, whip the engine, got it hot, now that shit's a carolina reaper
- //1:54 //
- they ain't never step, all that talkin’ just a footnote
- say he got a pole, but it’s capped like a push tote
- told 'em check the score, now he silent like he missed goal
- money on my mind, if it aint got at least six zeros, it's a misquote
- //2:00 //
- niggas losin' sleep over me but don't wanna make that bed
- cuz if it go down, then at the bottom where I stand
- I want all the smoke like the result of a fire
- and I don't need nobody else but me, let's beef, I battle and it's dead
- //2:06 //
- had to cut ‘em off ‘cause they love to talk but never move
- frontin’ like they solid but they crumble when they gotta prove
- all that flexin’ for the 'gram, but ain't nobody makin’ moves
- i just stack it, keep it quiet, while they runnin’ outta views, what's the move (switch)
- //2:12 //
- runnin' this shit up so much got me dizzy, I'm confused (switch)
- I flip the switch and all of the sudden ya'll wanna be with me, where was you
- when I was busy strugglin'
- when I was busy hustlin', cuz the only nigga I remember from them times is
- //(Verse 3, Addario) 2:20 //
- (hey), I been winnin' shit
- I been a witness to all ya shit, you is not winnin' shit
- If there's ever a question of competition then I am just winnin' it
- (hey) If there's ever a thought about who got it like that, I can finish it
- //2:27 //
- If there's ever a question about who been doin' it just like that, I got answers
- Ain't nobody ever wanna see me shine, girls my [type be](type b) taken, I'm a [cancer]('type b cancer')
- Got a lot of shit on my plate, but that shit's okay, cuz it's gonna get handled
- And nobody needs to put money on my head, I owe so many, already got a ransom
- //2:34 //
- Tough out the woods and you know where I'm goin'
- If you wanna handle me then we can do it
- but best believe it ain't goin' the way you think it goin'
- Cookin' up recipes, killin' anti biotics, like I work at a farm
- //2:41 //
- You ain't gon' get the best of me, I know what I'm doin'
- I been up here since you was a child, now you all grown
- and now you all smug,
- but I still run circles around y'all like a motherfuckin' drawin'
- //2:48 //
- (hey), I been winnin' shit
- I been a witness to all ya shit, you is not winnin' shit
- If there's ever a question of competition then I am just winnin' it
- (hey) If there's ever a thought about who got it like that, I can finish it
- //(Verse 4, KRT) 2:56 //
- I been movin' with precision, steady calculating
- Haters tryna get in, but they just too busy waiting
- I be getting to the bag, while they still in contemplation
- Got the whole world in my palm, I’m the one they imitating
- //3:03 //
- Look at how I’m ballin', ain't no need for hesitation
- I got the crown now, no time for second place, it’s domination
- You said you movin' different, but you lackin' all the dedication
- I’m the definition of grindin’, and y’all still on procrastination
- //3:10 //
- They askin’ if I’m hungry, I’m feasting on these competitors
- Steppin’ through the door, makin' moves, not just metaphorical
- I’ve been swimmin' in the water, you stuck in the shallow, like a visitor
- Every line is a diamond, every track I’m deliverin’ pivotal
- //3:17 //
- I be movin’ silent, I ain’t need to make a sound
- Talkin' tough, you ain’t ready for the rounds I lay down
- I been on the grind, I’m steady chasing every pound
- While you talk about your dreams, I’m already outta town
- //3:24 //
- I can see through the fake, I can smell all the lies
- They think they on my level, but I’m always 10 steps high
- Pull up in that foreign, they don't understand how i slide
- they just watch me make it happen, while they barely gettin’ by
- //3:31 //
- Had to switch it up, now the flow sound immaculate
- I’m winnin’ all these battles, better know I’m never lackin’ it
- Had a vision from the start, no one’s ever matchin’ it
- Now they tryna figure out how I made it, they still wonderin’
- //3:38 //
- why these niggas rush to imitate, they sons
- get mad when I initiate, should've learned
- tryna rock the feng shui, ya'll shoulda known
- that ain't how none of this shit work (all these battles, man)
- //(Verse 5, Addario) 3:45 //
- hey (hey, hey, hey...)
- //4:18 //
LYRICAL GRADE
B
RHYME DENSITY
0
RHYME LENGTH
Rhyme Syllables
551
Total Syllables
2015
Rhyming Lines
118/163
Unique Words
43.5%
Slang
14.8%
Profanity
2.9%
Avg. Syllables Per Word
1.36
Word Cloud
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Profanity
shit, shits, motherfuckin, nigga, niggas, ass, bitch
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