Lyrical Breakdown of Ghetto Story - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ghetto Story" 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 "Ghetto Story" 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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Boosie Badazz
This where I come from
This where I come from
Hate where I come from
See where I grew up it was hard
I seen some things I shouldn't've seen when I was little
This is my ghetto story
Drug dealers and the handguns
I'm lookin' outside the window
Mama cryin', the bills due, can't afford 'em
That's my ghetto story
Get out of line, we on the way
Bottom line, we get that cake, we gon' be straight
This my ghetto story
I told my potna fight that case
And hold it down, make sure you pray them kids straight
This my ghetto story
I guess I'm Ice Cube in this story, boys up in the hood
Brother different, mama trippin', blamin' me but it's all good
They shot at me but I bust 'em up bad dog, now they wish they would
Never had no understandin' but I can get it understood
Too many babies (Thug life)
Bullets chasin', I ain't even 21
Just seen a nigga stretched over basketball, playin' 21
I cried at night
When Ivy died that Friday night
Them niggas lied on me
We don't pray for shit 'round here, that's on Jesus
These the ghetto stories
Sofa sets and cracked porches, these was our dreams
Cut dogs, no Ferraris
Seen some shit I shouldn't've seen, where I'm from it's OG
Jolly Rancher days, hard to sleep, SSB
See where I grew up it was hard
I seen some things I shouldn't've seen when I was little
This is my ghetto story
Drug dealers and the handguns
I'm lookin' outside the window
Mama cryin', the bills due, can't afford 'em
That's my ghetto story
Get out of line, we on the way
Bottom line, we get that cake, we gon' be straight
This my ghetto story
I told my potna fight that case
And hold it down, make sure you pray them kids straight
This my ghetto story
Ain't that shit crazy how we livin'? Look at me now
Remember them times when we had nothin', I'm tryna make it out
I'm jammin' Boosie Boo, tryna see what this Uzi do
Get a lick in the bricks, don't get caught up, we lurk
Wanna know what this struggle do to you?
My goons are fools
Get it off on a late night, tryna make it in on a safe flight
And they keep tuggin' that crack pipe
She need a fix, I can tell when she itchin'
I hope she don't get it, she livin' a sad life
My uncle know better, walkin' with holes in his sweater
He be like, "Nephew, that's right" but that shit wrong
I'm thinkin' bigger when I'm in the zone, yeah bitch I'm a great one
Them days like Christmas, I can't lie, yeah bitch I miss 'em
Grandmama kitchen on Thanksgiving, my whole family actin' ignant
PO trippin', the system against me
They wanna send me to one of them prisons
But I ain't goin' 'cause I'm on a mission
I got a vision but you gotta listen, for real
See where I grew up it was hard
I seen some things I shouldn't've seen when I was little
This is my ghetto story
Drug dealers and the handguns
I'm lookin' outside the window
Mama cryin', the bills due, can't afford 'em
That's my ghetto story
Get out of line, we on the way
Bottom line, we get that cake, we gon' be straight
This my ghetto story
I told my potna fight that case
And hold it down, make sure you pray them kids straight
This my ghetto story
Cousin shot my cousin right in front me
On a pretty Monday
This my ghetto story
Family full of hustlers, players, felons, and fiends
Prayin' to God that he hurry
This my ghetto story
Had to watch my mama every morning
Attitude, 'cause the bills a' pourin'
I take care everybody in the hood, always did
Been known to get the business understood, since a kid
My ghetto story
I lost too many to count, nigga, yeah