Lyrical Breakdown of Family - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Family" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Family" 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 Chance the Rapper 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 Chance the Rapper's narrative.
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I only hear my radio-o-o-o
Turn the radio up and we can have a good time
Got me feelin' like J.J. on Good Times
Back when Thelma had that ass, hope the fam good
My sister said she like my raps cause they sound good
Told me not to cut corners, used to cut quarters
Sittin' in the room, on the phone, cookin' up orders
'Til my pops popped me off, that was family matters
Used to watch him in the kitchen sippin' Sammy Adams
Now I'm rollin', iPhone stolen
Mama whip with five of my guys, four holdin'
Tryin' to live our lives like our lives so golden
Got big shoes to fill like try go bowling
'Til we strike out, we just hopin' we don't strike out
4th quarter, how you gon' go and take Mike out?
Summertime Chi, I had to pull the bike out
Ridin' gettin' nice cause it's nice out
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Don't wake up, don't wake up, don't wake up too fast
Don't make up your mind, you should flake on that class
Sing all you want, just don't Drake on they ass
Sure you got drive, don't turn fake on they ass
Good morning, good raps, good morrow, good luck
Tonight you could blow, tomorrow you suck
Bizarro, my caro, I borrowed from Chuck
A new SLR and Ferrarro deluxe
No money for the meter when I'm parkin' em
Gassed than a bitch no car with him
Market him, tell him that he's buzzin'
Like a game o' operation with Parkinsons
Young kid rappers, kidnappers
Young whipper snapper that will whip past ya
Will get at you, come get at you
Wanna break ya off, come Kit-Kat you
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
(Okay) Now the team work make the dream work
Go ahead and send an application if you need work
If it need hurt, then I'ma bring hurt
How you finna see the clouds if you never seen dirt?
Now you finna play it loud, listen how it's goin' down
Didn't know the name before bet you niggas know it now
Chi-City nigga, made a 50 out'a penny
Got some titties at the cribby
And the Savemoney with me and we going in (Going in)
Going all out for them hoes again (hoes again)
Now I'm fin to bring the fucking flow and bend it back
And show there's more to this than rap
Love my parents for supporting cause they know I'm finna crack
Know my niggas got my back, got some niggas selling packs
But I'm tryin' to get 'em cheese so I can get em out the trap
Now my figures getting fat, a lot of hoes be tryin' to jack
But I got her on my lap, all she do is make it clap (make it clap)
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay (yeah)
Grind all day 'til the fam okay (Uh huh)
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
Let's land in the land where the Famo stay
Grind all day 'til the fam okay
It still warm my heart to hear my grandma pray
For the fam of my friends when my mans go away
(I only hear my my radio)
(I look around me, what is there to see?)