Lyrical Breakdown of Damn Homie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Damn Homie" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.

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Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh Damn, homie, bands on me (bands) How you gon' call the feds on me? (Huh?) I ain't got no homies, all my niggas just like blood-brothers Family, look Hand on the butt, dance on me (dance on me) Sand to the beach, sand on me (sand on me) A lot of enemies I get 'em out of here before I let 'em get to me (yeah) Been givin' out headshots for little broski Spin the block until them niggas all stop breathin' Don't wanna talk it out, too late for sympathy We gon' wipe a nigga nose if he don't stop sneezin' We ain't even 'til you get hit with the Lemon squeeze ('til you get hit with the-) Hit 'em all up and now we even Steven Step right on a mouse before you eat the cheese Fuckin' with her feelings, now she sick of me I don't want your love, I want your energy I fuck with you the most 'cause you can keep a secret And when she open up, I let her vent to me Arch your back on me, now she won't stop leakin' You always got my back, you're like my backbone She gon' pick it up when the phone start ringin' When I leave the crib, I bring the racks home Tears fall down Melody's eyes when I'm leavin' (huh?) Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh Many men How many niggas you had shot? How many men? I erased my past 'cause I love you I'll take a chance, got me where you want me, I'm a hundred grand If you catch a nigga who had did it, I'll give you a hundred grand You wash your pain away with a hundred Xans And at the time, I ain't understand Nigga stabbed me in my back, I gave him another chance Another chance, and another chance You told me I was family, treat me like a orphan I done broke the money down into a hundred portions Broke it down with different niggas, went through a hundred courses I'm the voice of the streets, it ain't a hundred voices Sit your ass down with the unemployment How you claim the streets? You ain't did nothin' for it Streets, family, family, streets, tug of war I'm mixin' Percocet with lean, I'm feelin' paranoid Damn, homie I thought you really rock with me I thought you was gon' hold it down for me, you lied to me I thought we was cool Why you want me to die, homie? Damn, homie I thought you was my damn, homie What the fuck happened to you? How you change on me? I'm on fifty Gotta keep a Glock with me just in case they not with me, huh