Lyrical Breakdown of Everybody (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Everybody (Remix)" 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 "Everybody (Remix)" 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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Everybody ain't your partner Why the fuck these niggas wanna go against the grain? Yeah Why the fuck these niggas wanna drag a nigga name? Ayy True story, ooh I know some niggas who hurt me (they hurt me) A couple bitches who hurt me (they hurt me) The jury don't want me to make it (make it) The D. A. I know that he working (oh! He working) Prosecutors wanna hound me (what) I'm hoping they don't do me dirty (do me dirty) This .40 I got that bitch dirty (bow) Shooter on go, he shoot perfect (what) I keep a hunnid on me (on me) After what they done to bleek (oh lawd) The same ones who put him to sleep (lemme tell ya) We all used to be up in the Jeep (oh lawd) How could you do me so dirty? (Dirty) How could you wait 'til I leave? ('Til I leave) It's like you was hatin' on purpose (on purpose) So now you gon' die up in threes I got accused of some murders and bodies, so I did some time in the Pen Trust no motherfucking body again, niggas ain't solid, nigga Shit got fucked up, niggas got fucked up Now my baby mama on stand raising her motherfuckin' hand Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you I would've killed for you niggas (niggas) Now I can't deal with you niggas (I can't, yeah) Talking to the grim reaper, finna get rid of you niggas, uh (woo!) So sick of these niggas (I am), claiming they hittas and killas (they not) Showing out for them bitches, flexing on Instagram pictures (you a duck) Put it on my life on my momma we gon' be straight My partner looked me in my face before I took that case (and what he do) Then the nigga turned snake, other homie turned snake (he pussy) But I kept it real with these niggas, how could they do me that way? (Yeah) I was broke den a bitch, so I'm hustling, I'm on my grind, yeah (on my grind, yeah) Worked my way up to a quarter pound, selling dime bags (dime bags) Spent 250 for the shiit (shiit), this thunder cooked 'em, he In the leaps My niggas hit me for some zips (he did), shouldn't have showed him where it is (fuck) Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Everybody ain't your friend, everybody ain't your partner Everybody ain't no real nigga, if I say, "I got you", I got you When it's fucked up, it gets fucked up, just hold it down and keep it solid And when you're not around, I'll protect your name I won't let a nigga talk about you Have you ever gave your last 20 dollars to a nigga that you love And that same nigga you call your partner talk about you, drag your name through the mud