Lyrical Breakdown of Big Bread - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Big Bread" 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 Boosie Badazz 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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My uncle cooked crack on the west end Tried to take his life twice, Jesus stepped in My Jacket cemetary full of dead skins (Dead) I'm tryna win my bro a folly or a perfect ten It's some pussy ass niggas on that end (Yeah) Beefing hard all summer, win her best friend Nigga came to the city and he checked in (Bitch) Bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, ain't no meth ten Boosie Bad, I know smokers with some dead friends If the devil come knocking, don't let him in When I pull up, it's a red on red Christmas Benz Let's say less, it's finesse, is you gon' get in Shot that boy in the head, he got cradle cap And he square like a Ramen noodle flavor pack Guilty by association, bitch you date a rat It's your mammy and your daddy, that's who made a rat Mr shoot through your windshield Mr rolling up a ten pill Mr go and get your kid killed I grew up in the '90s, nigga it's been real All he wanted is a hat, he on his tenth kill I had to go put in work for the block Before them 30's, I rocked with the stock I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box Pray for the day that my downy get popped We some foreign slidin' niggas Big bread winners Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? Lil' bitch, we them niggas What they mad for? Ayy Just to go and get your kin killed Live your life, get your money, rep your dead friends (Bleek) Rappers come to Baton Rouge, gotta check in (With me) Little meek ghost, man I make the best man (Yeah) Boosie boys like the Detroit best man Free lil' Ralo, all my niggas off the west end Grind nigga, get your red on red Christmas Benz Fuck a bitch, dog a bitch, make her talk about it Don't rap back, kill that nigga, now you really pop They need to make a hearse for these niggas Put a skirt on these niggas That's how they talk, a nigga business My nigga Titus' walking down 28 Judge gave him three for one, we don't never play We on that weed, yes indeed puttin' it in their face (Yeah, nigga) Back on it, like we back sellin' 28 Fuck around, say my name, let the game begin Devil knocking at my door, fuck that nigga, man I had to go put in work for the block Before them 30's, I rocked with the stock I had dope in my socks, put them knots in the box Pray for the day that my downy get popped We some foreign slidin' niggas Big bread winners Have you ever seen a bitch drop draws in a minute? Lil' bitch, we them niggas What they mad for? Ayy, just go and get your bag, ho Yeah, ay, where he live? Pull up on him, send the killers by Pray his momma watch him die, that's how I feel about it I'm not Gandhi but bitch, I still abide The resume is impeccable, we solidified I just hope I'm forgiven for all the genocide Ain't never stood over humans, them niggas living lies Drop another deposit, I set that shit aside My lil' brother took 30, be back in 55 They slip and slide, we gon' slide before we slip 'Cause we done slipped too many times, my niggas died behind this shit (Yeah) On G-O-D, I'm suicidal with this stick 'Cause I know if them people catch me, I'ma die inside the Benz I put dope inside spots Had hoes selling twat Bust a Rollie down with rocks Put extendos in Glocks I put it on your top Don't be playing with my cash We ain't jumping on the stand We gon' lay in niggas grass Yeah, the feds on my ass So, I gotta move smart We got pounds of the gas, that don't mean I gotta fart Bust down with all glass, you could see me from afar Put your hands on me, nigga, I'll put your ass apart Read my nigga paperwork, that shit broke a nigga heart I done ran my paper up, pussy boy, let's go to war Handcuffs on my wrist, I can still see the scars Now, it's 60 on my wrist, free my niggas in the yard, nigga