Lyrical Breakdown of Dead People - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dead People" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.

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I'ma handle business

S600 big body and it's tinted, just to handle business

Percocets they got me in my feelings

I drive that Range Rover like it's rented

Hit 'em in the face, 'fore you turn state

Gotta beat the case, we gon' fuck your bae

We gon' beat her face

Walked out of Wells Fargo and ran to Chase

Hopped out a Bentley truck and jumped inside the Wraith

Young Savage, I was trappin' on the back street

All in traffic with that ratchet on the backseat

From the gutter, fake models don't attract me

Got a project bitch, she love to get nasty

I been drinkin' syrup since Denny's

Gotta keep it on me, niggas schemin'

Right pocket full of dead people

I been hangin' with the dead people

All my pockets full of dead people

I done fell in love with dead people

Bitch you gettin' comfortable, I don't need you

You come around the gang, we might G you

She say don't nobody fuck her like we do

You know I share everything with my people

My jewelry twinkle twinkle

Doin' donuts in the foreign while it sprinkles

You keep callin', I'm ignoring, bitch I'm single

You keep callin', bitch I'm single like a pringle

You know I'm fly like G4

Bitch you riding in a pinto

Bitch you know your nigga lame like the Winslows

I'm 21 but you know PDE my kin folk