Lyrical Breakdown of Grew Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Grew Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Grew Up" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.
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Ohhhh! Whoo!
So what I grew up with them niggas
I ain't stuck with them niggas
We from the same hood
But I don't fuck with them niggas
If shit pop off
I touch one of them niggas
Cut one of them niggas
Poke one of them niggas
Beg for mercy number four
I'm so hood
First LP 10 million sold I'm so good
I thought niggas would love to see me shine
But it's makin them sick
To see me gettin' mines
Got that Benz, got that Bentley and the new Bugatti
Got the Range after partin' wit the new Ferrari
If it's makin' you sick
To see me blow I'm sorry
Dude we used to be cool
But I ain't stuck with you nigga
I grew up with you nigga
But I don't fuck with you nigga
Got shot in the back
Then turned around and got shot in the eye
Labels Tupac lay down and die
There's a message in my music can you hear it God?
The man's never gonna blow
Another reason why
This disease infested
When I spit it any nigga can get it
Punks frontin' in they rhymes
That ass'll be flatlined
Can't we all just get along we used to be friends?
Nah, fuck that man
We used to pretend
These niggas is comedians
I thought I was tight funny
Five called tellin' niggas mugged me
Bet on my new surreal shit
Would you bail a nigga out son
If you niggas knew he was tryin to kill you
And wouldn't let you hold a gun?
Think about it
Haha ha!
Aw man
I'm havin' too much fun with this rap shit man
I love this shit man (bulletproof)